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will May 2020
slipping down a *****
pushed in place again
hair tucked behind an ear

soft light sparkles on glass
eyelashes press to the window
that you look through
will May 2020
wandering through the stacked books
with delicate frames atop a sloped nose
shoulder length locks of leather brown
your physicians fingers on a book spine
honey eyed glances thrown over to me

sweet lips mumble poetic pages to themself
I hear pages rustle and soft sweaters shift
as you close the book and come over to sit
hands clasped on the table we chatter
and hour will fly by enraptured by you
Just thinking about the life I dream of when asleep...
will May 2020
what peers from far above
what stares from the corner
what leers from the shadows
what watches from tree knots
what lurks from the undergrowth
will May 2020
do you see it?
shining so quietly
through the cracks
yearning to be lovely
trying hard to be light
can you see the star inside?
will Apr 2020
fresh like crisp bursts of fruit
it’s a popping kind of thing
that explodes in your mouth
it’s juicy sweet and succulent
you know it when you taste it
sometimes I think feelings can be best described by the taste of it
will Apr 2020
Meet me by the river
where the sweet grass grows

Meet me in the evening shade
where our bodies will lay

Meet me with smile and kiss
something gentle on your blood lips
Some scraped verses from a song I’m working on
will Apr 2020
springtime, new growth will begin
wind chimes ring through the trees
the flowers bloom to feed the bees

go out now, feel the sun on your skin
let the grass rush under your bare feet
listen, hear your pattering heart beat
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