maybe it’s because i’m not sure how to say this
because there’s always a different answer
no matter how you put it
no matter how it’s said
please-
scatter me across the sand in a million pieces
drizzle each drop of me, pitter pattering as rain on glass-
drink me in, drain me down to the very core.
settle the dust along my skin
trapped in your embrace, let me laugh, let me sing-
relish in the sound of letting yourself devour.
thrust me into the lights of your eyes
a quest above no other, i have almost found it, almost revealed-
consume.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
