shedding the facade, taking a breath &
i scatter thoughts to the ground
dried leaf-like,
knowing they would be resting in the corner
waiting for my return.
the air outside --
warm & heavy, velvet
thick enough so it forms walls around
each of us.
(no one gets too close here.)
& so it becomes a languorous walk
long, slow, steady strides
hips swaying, arms stretching
up-up-up.
a greeting for this city,
arms open, eyes open.
(i see you looking &
no, you will never know the secrets between my thighs.)
the imagery in this... love it. especially: i scatter thoughts to the ground
ReplyDeletedried leaf-like,
knowing they would be resting in the corner
xox
!!! thank you. =) welcome to my sole attempt for writing a poem. =P
ReplyDeleteI hope it isn't the last attempt you will make! :)
ReplyDeleteI also liked the imagery that Amanda mentioned. It really stuck with me. I felt like I was walking down a city sidewalk with my headphones on, in my own world.
ReplyDeleteaw! oh! really? i was so... half-hearted about even sharing this. i mean, poetry is not my strong suit, writing used to be, it's something i want to bring back to center, but i haven't gotten up enough gumption to do it yet. & you three are such amazing writers, i mean... come on now. thank you so much for the encouragement. xo.
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