i have been wondering
what it feels like to touch the stars
and the rain trickling down my skin
and the sun blowing soft kisses against my palm
a pale yellow gloom of summer and fall
what it feels like to miss the mud in between the creases of our fingers
the soft dewy soil underneath our feet
grass blades tickling the cracks of the skin
and air engulfing my lungs like water in a dam
the oceans carrying the wind with them
and cooling my mind
the salty water caressing my lips
tucking away the fold of my pocket
in which lies reality.
i just miss the little old times when critters could crawl against my skin
and fondle my skin with theirs
how beautiful
how beautiful
is the feeling of loving the earth as it is
and not the washed up image of sun kissed hair
and posy lips grazing a fruit
with dainty fingers
and petite hips
how beautiful
how beautiful
is the pretentiousness one pretends to hold
when all they could want is picking up the earth between their fingers
and locking eyes with God.
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
