5:52 p.m.
tuesday noon —
bedroom parlour
***
i have waited.
tummy full. eager
to venture more
than just the pearls
of the deep waters.
i crave more than
these walls. than
this world that
have decided to
bore me and cast
me away at the
same time.
i ate a lot today.
purposefully.
so that he would
not remark at
how i could never
become too tired.
he is right. there
is too much to
venture.
the time when
the sun slept and
gave the throne
to the moon. it
was also the time
i was most ecstatic.
waiting for his
sillage that granted
summer skies and
eyes that promised
me more places.
***
YOU ARE READING
Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
Poesia"you and - me, we traversed at the eve of the colossal pages of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of rui...
