percussionist / 15.05.19
you glance at me
from the corner
of your eye
and you sit,
oh so delicately
tapping your fingers
on the steering wheel
of a battered car.
tap, tap, tapping;
that is what you do.
because you are a drummer,
and you are drumming.
one
e
and
a two.
I envisioned you,
wishing you could see me.
a faint smile graces
your thin lips and I
can not help but feel
my breath hitch.
and you are
singing a tune
oh so softly,
an almost melodic rhythm
which I've
never heard before.
hum, hum, humming;
and I see you do that too.
because you are a drummer,
and you are humming.
one
e
and
a two
such faint elegance
I see in those
pale, round eyes—
eyes of a drummer that is
humming.
you inspire me,
you're a muse. and your
drumming helps me to
find myself humming and
I tap along with you,
wishing you could see
that maybe, just maybe:
i love you.
and your humming and
drumming and tapping.
one
e
and
a two.
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We Came From The Dark Ages
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)
