The First Night
Three thick slats of
nearly petrified wood
Carry us away
As we prop each other up
On this cold, clear night in april
Warring poetry
Subtle innuendo
And your questioning kiss
Rule our thoughts
As our hearts race past
Our confused heads.
Embarrassment gives in to
Relief as I fumble with
Saying, "yes, I - I want - yes."
Your decree that "Everyone runs"
was on my mind as I stroked your cheeks
and saw fragile snowflakes in your eyes.
We listened to the cars on
livernois at 3 am
As our hearts raced at the touch
That keeps me here to this day.
|
Rhythm
Phrase
Imagery
Here and Now
Links
|
