...That you burned like a rocket from the womb to the world... and you ran with the colors and your flags unfurled...
A thousand purple morning glories
blossom like summer love.
Your skin,
with secret songs
and lurid tongues, tastes like the rain.
Shadows paint your eyes, crying a blue, misty language,
Still & winter,
like flowers in the snow.
The melodic voice of the wind
wraps it's azure tendrils around your hands.
Creating,
for a moment,
a sweet perfection.
But nothing can last forever.
3/11/02
That's the first poem I've actually written since Jack and I got together. Don't you hate it when it feels like people just suck all the creative energy out of you? Well, someone that I hadn't been with in a long time inspired this one. He's a wonderful person, and I'm glad we got to hang out this last thursday and friday. Thank you Sean B for bring my creativity back to me.
blossom like summer love.
Your skin,
with secret songs
and lurid tongues, tastes like the rain.
Shadows paint your eyes, crying a blue, misty language,
Still & winter,
like flowers in the snow.
The melodic voice of the wind
wraps it's azure tendrils around your hands.
Creating,
for a moment,
a sweet perfection.
But nothing can last forever.
3/11/02
That's the first poem I've actually written since Jack and I got together. Don't you hate it when it feels like people just suck all the creative energy out of you? Well, someone that I hadn't been with in a long time inspired this one. He's a wonderful person, and I'm glad we got to hang out this last thursday and friday. Thank you Sean B for bring my creativity back to me.