In these quiet moments I still long
For the sound of the river,
Its roar a weight on my chest
Its whisper screaming simple safety
In the blurred mornings I still yearn
For the taste of coffee,
Its depth a soothing balm
Its tannins rich like your voice
In these cold nights I still reach out
For the touch of sun on my skin,
Its warmth a sweater wrapped round shoulders
Its grazes sweet like your fingertips
In the dark of this bedroom I still search
For the light on the floor,
Its glitter casting kaleidoscopes underfoot
Its dance mirthful like you eyes
In these old bar booths I still ache
For the scent of shared cigarettes,
Its bitterness a reminder of lost time
The smoke fleeing from my hands like your own
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
