spring..
you came singing of warmer things like budding branches, bumble bees, and long island iced teas. early you emerged from the darkness bearing whorls of scented petals. you and i, like nature, are ready to sew our seeds. to attract our pollinators, bath in the sunlight, soak in the downpour, and show our ripest colours.
but if i was drenched it wasn't from the rain. if i was drenched it wasn't from the dancing. if i was drenched it was more then merely a lack of understanding. prose and free verse pour out of my pores. and i'm trying my best to capture how you make me feel but i can't imagine you without touching myself.
so i stood in the shower until, convinced my skin had been stripped away, i purged this accumulation of excess emotions. you see, i advise you find a better prospect if your searching to be catched. because although i'm tanning on this dock with my lunch in hand and tilly box. i'm fishing without hook or bait.
yet still i plead, gentle spring lay with me a little longer before your scorching sister drivers you and my desire away. do you realize it's vulnerability that won't let me break this stance? and although change, like season, is constant. i'm just not one for chance.
nathan.
but if i was drenched it wasn't from the rain. if i was drenched it wasn't from the dancing. if i was drenched it was more then merely a lack of understanding. prose and free verse pour out of my pores. and i'm trying my best to capture how you make me feel but i can't imagine you without touching myself.
so i stood in the shower until, convinced my skin had been stripped away, i purged this accumulation of excess emotions. you see, i advise you find a better prospect if your searching to be catched. because although i'm tanning on this dock with my lunch in hand and tilly box. i'm fishing without hook or bait.
yet still i plead, gentle spring lay with me a little longer before your scorching sister drivers you and my desire away. do you realize it's vulnerability that won't let me break this stance? and although change, like season, is constant. i'm just not one for chance.
nathan.