at the moment i imagine
the curves of your body
it's not likely to happen,
but i know that you love me.
as a friend,
i am thankful for that
i'm being careful with every
time we spend,
chatting
and laughing
at each other's stories
resting under a tree
after a cycle through the village,
you were a little mean
but don't worry
there was no damage
i was smiling all the way
back to yours
i enjoy the smell of your shelf
the contents of each book
is a mix of yourself
i look back at you,
relaxed and cool
you caught me gazing at your
dazzling room
once again,
i see you in a different way
asking the ceiling,
"is this okay?"
i get another feeling
what if i can't conceal it?
the only way to be sure
is being with you
and assess
i feel my heart
in my chest
about to tell a secret
as you move your hand
so i could keep it
in mine
from then i expressed it
and so you did
as long as you let me
flow and touch,
letting me lead
this is so much...
but i feel pleased
and free
YOU ARE READING
Such a Poet
PoetryA look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲...
