Your words set me on fire
wake up and sleep to them
catch a bus with them on my fingertips
hold my hips firmly and kiss with them
all like a downpour of rain on my wet skin
breaking all the barriers from deep within.
It is a rush of sensations in all the right places
a blur of the faces
in front of me now.
It is how you are with me when we are together
and apart
that matters most
even when
at times I feel like a ghost
you can carry on like my host
until you open up my windowsill
and let yourself in
to cross your legs at my show
the way I bend, the way I glow
and you watch so closely I fear
that you will hate me and leave me
so I stand clear.
All my doubts piled up like laundry
all your songs inside my head’s playlist
pounding out anger with my tiny fist
letting out poems at red lights
producing thoughts like blinks
motivating strangers with cute invisible winks.
And the night it comes and goes
your melody, it grows in the Fall
you try so hard and I collapse
spin from exhaustion
dramatize my life,
examine the point of a knife.
It’s all in my head
and the stories come out in my bed
as I stare at the ceiling’s dull color
and mark my state as semi-dead
but then you arrive with a book
to steal my heart again and again
when you see me running and counting to ten.
I don’t even care what the book is
you just bring it to me
and that alone
is what sets me free.
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[ Smiles ] Another lovely piece of poetry!
Thank you Renard! So sweet to say.
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:
you steal my heart
My Book choice www.amazon.com/The-Doors-Unhinged-John-Densmore/dp/1479263133
on my wishlist
I clearly need to spend more time here. Beautiful work
Thank you x
This is ridiculously beautiful!
I’m just beginning to write poetry too and I would love it if you could just spare some time to check out my blog, acrylicnebula.com/ thanks a million-and-five 🙂
thank you so much. i will check out your blog soon. have no time now, but soon, please remind me 🙂 keep on writing and so glad you found me.