summer nights
drift away
but not the feel of warm nights weighing on my back
and the feel of dizziness after a tender night
and a quiet sense of past and impending future
a longing to stop time
to freeze right where I am forever
to still this incandescent moment into an eternal kaleidoscope
that flashes through your eyes every moment you draw breath
swift dances and fleeting love for a stranger
the return of an old flame,
be it within your self
or someone that you longed for moons ago
within a fortnight, it will all be gone no doubt
but carry the feeling that rushes through your vessels in a small pocket of your heart
and let it linger
so that even in the crisp autumn air,
a long forgotten warmness will surge through you
you won't know what it is
but you'll hold them close to you
those hot summer days.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
PoetryI did not know what this book meant when I first started it, it was an outlet for my feelings as I faced a new world. As I went on I realized what my personal purpose for it is: To form connections with people in this current world where we are all...
