Sweep that way away
Sweep that hand
in the breeze sweeping
That curved twinkle
pushing your cheeks
Touch and feel them
Caress your finger tips
On that bulge
that feels like
the world's whole there
Stifle that laughter
Breath that air away
Double over, your arms pressing
on your guts
now full of ecstasy
nothing primordial of instincts
Buckle your knees away
on purpose
Hit that ground
For now you're there
where you deserve
The hard bone
brushing sharp blades
And yet nothing feels
wrong
You deserve this
You never even imagined
No you don't need
that large meadow
You deserve better
Your knees bowed to enthrallment
Your hands pressing away your fear
Your cheeks globing up to enclose the
world
Oh that curve and the
teeth rising from behind to outside
Right there on the grass
Your own path that you built
Designing a garden inside
My darling, you deserve that.
YOU ARE READING
Away
PoetryFor once... do everything that you were made to do when you broke down... when you're now away of it, do it all now... all for its obituary...