It would be nice if every stone in the city didn’t bring with a whiff of a conversation, etched into my mind like a plaque. Here on this date, I lost my mind to a love this place couldn’t hold. I wanted to be enough to pull you back here, by invisible string. Do I waft into your mind too, on lazy summer afternoons? Do you feel a remnant tingle in your spine at the thought of one more caress? I wish I could convey the weight of my heart that contains itself in the words, ‘I miss you’.
rum on the belly
flowers in the table
listen for a week
while I tell you a fableof long forgotten dreams
and worlds turned right-side up
was this ever the imagined
place of lazy summer classrooms
and plastic lemon cupstime was light as air
never to close in
on dreams the size of acorn trees
and hearts that matched that grinage dwindles, lines mingle
upon a well worn face
and in a summer too hot to bear
sometimes you remember
the freedom bursting from your touch
that one carefree December
rum on the belly
flowers in the table
listen for a week
while I tell you a fableof long forgotten dreams
and worlds turned right-side up
was this ever the imagined
place of lazy summer classrooms
and plastic lemon cupstime was light as air
never to close in
on dreams the size of acorn trees
and hearts that matched that grinage dwindles, lines mingle
upon a well worn face
and in a summer too hot to bear
sometimes you remember
the freedom bursting from your touch
that one carefree December
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