to be set free
and think about things and things and you and things
waking up to the ghost of your smell (but not you)
windows and rainstorms and singing and wild animals
we are all of these
know something// tell me
I don’t know it// remind me of the wonderful beauty of a warm body next to me and forgiving lips in my ear and falling words that I keep curled up next to my memory like an old worry blanket or your shirt
this is the time to drive by clouds of honey suckles
to forgive the heat and humidity and worship summer thunder
to kiss and forget our names
and to make our own constellations
Criticism welcome and encouraged
Comments
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Hmmm, I like this. I don't usually go for such freestyle poetry but i'm glad i read this. I like your language and your metaphors, they seemed homely and powerful. Interesting write.. something definately worth a second read. Great job!
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