"galestorm" poems
Sometimes -
it feels like
something overpowers me
I'm not alone in here -
in this room.
in this body.
I don't know where you are
but
you're touching me
and
breath is like a galestorm
and
I can't feel my legs
(do I have fins?)
Dive deeper, rocky shores.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
Where do you go?
My soul shivers when I think -
The wind blows different when the moon is low.
Like the ocean,
Long blue waves sparkle under the heat of your sun.
But cold bones shine, waxing in the dead night's glow.
Except -
Underneath the surface, there's a lot that you don't know.
Undefined.
Do you water tall grass just to watch it grow,
Out of control?
Undeniable -
You'll always be a galestorm over a tugboat.
Sometimes I wish my fins were real,
So I could finally sing the way my heart sounds
So you'd finally know what if feels like
To be trapped in your undertow.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC