Dear x,
Did you know that
When we touch we are
Never really touching,
Just sensing the repulsion
Of our atoms as they struggle
To be far from one another.
Dear x,
When I step towards you
I am really imagining running from you,
Gathering distance in my skirt
And grass stains on my knees
To wash off later, to bathe in the
Recollection
Dear x,
The sky is a lantern &
I a match/ I must journey
The clouds ever morning to
Light the sun and signal the day.
This is why some nights are longer
Than others/I am bleeding into these sheets,
Falling in love with the moon, seething comforters,
A box of burning pines under my bed.
I should have told you sooner.
Dear x,
When we are sparrows
Will you finally teach me
The meaning of melancholy?
I am cleaning my lungs
For this ascent into the sky
Where we will tangle-
Hooks and hoops, and my
Yarn hands unspooling
Just to keep a grip on you
-Joyce Chong
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
