The sun is singing, and the cold surrounds
Us like it beongs in our heated hell.
Winter permeates our skies and I
Remember what snow is at last.
We stopped at a store, settled outside
For the bright, cold day. No leaves, the
World felt white and we were the colorful
Sparkles. It was the perfect weather for coffee.
And the blue eyes smile at me. It's been
A month, but his grin seems to be satisfied
With how the day turned. his hands
Were warm and he smelled like the South Carolina
Snow, yet he didn't feel present.
Within seconds I saw what his blue
Eyes smiled about. The world around us
Darkened, the air hung with a smell of
Heat, smoke, strawberries. Skin touching,
Heart racing, flesh sweating, sweet loving.
I don't want to go on without
Teaching the naive boy about a world
With love. So I'll be patient, but I'll
Have his heart in my hand, and he'll be putty.
YOU ARE READING
Noyadé
PoetryA series of small works: finished works and unfinished scraps and sober thoughts and inebriated words and drunk minds and me. All of me in here.
