being
I would like a pair of winged sneakers
so I can escape
the friction of this ground
it was
April and cherry blossoms and
a single strand of hair caught in the teeth
of my comb
spiral staircase curling
upwards; it makes my head
spin, hammers me to the floor
the cups of your heels strike the ground
with rhythm
applause is a noun, the clap of hands;
no expression
bedridden, throat parched
will it ever rain?
crisscrossed breeze;
it tangles me, it confuses me;
it makes me.
night-shore
soccer;
you kick up the sunlight with
your feet, never let it go.
sand now, instead of sandals;
sprinkled waves of grain beneath
your feet, not foam.
castle;
you’ll be my king and i’ll be
an ace, we’ll seep into the
gaps between your toes.
organic;
spiral of a shell, ocean breeze
crashing in your ears.
moon-tide, rounded light;
let the waves
wash, wash, wash you away.
(not the best, but the best I could come up with today.)
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)