I
I felt like the moon
in a cashmere sky,
desperately deflating clouds
and glaring ghosts to oblivion -
or at least,
I was trying
since this bed is too big
for me to shine properly.
II
I pressed my tongue
against the ceiling of my mouth
and knotted my fingers
to each other,
so I wouldn't label you
into metaphors again -
but my mind was faster
and memorized my mutism
in this moony monologue.
III
Dawn came 5 hours too early,
weariness still pouring
from my pores
cause insomnia was written
all over the place.
But god damn,
I feel!
IV
Sometimes,
forever is right there,
with the scent of summer
dripping from your skin,
the fragrance of your arms
wrapped around me
and my sun that found home
in your eyes.
I could live there too you know
and write about
how beautiful it's in there.
V
Maybe someday,
I'll matter more than sunrise.
Adding your comment:
C
... there is a softness here, like a feather bed, we make a soft pillow for a weary state of mind, not weary of life or physically weary...but tired of doubt and confusion, ready to accept the goodness of the present, the ample good we find when we choose happiness... [see i told you this would be a better comment] ...PK
you must come chat with me sometime soon and give me an update,
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