"deepdark" poems
i'm listening to our breath
and the buzzing of a minnesota mosquito
in my ear
i fall
deeper and deeper
into the pavement
and the grass
and the air
and you.
and it's easy.
there isn't anything important
that i have to do in the morning.
so this can just last.
if you want.
because this is different from anything
i've ever seen
heard
tasted
smelled
felt
before.
it looks like the minneapolis skyline peeping over deepdark water
it sounds like a mosquito buzzing in my ear, alongside your nose breathing
it tastes like the saltwateronmyupper lip
smells like sunshine burnt skin and long grass and sweaty armpits(myfavoritesmell)
feels
like
joy.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 8:24 PM UTC