Imagine being able to say the words
that come to your head at 2am.
Imagine being able to kiss her nose
and say, "You are blueberry tea
when the sugar swirls in my cup.
You are the midday sun that shines
into my little sisters brown eyes,
and melts them to gold."
Imagine being able to say the words
that don't form when the moment is
happening, the ones that come too late.
Imagine tilting his head towards you
with your pinky and telling him, "You
are raspberry tea when the leaves
sink to the bottom.
You are the golden hour that seeps
through the half closed curtains, onto
the plain words of my story and
makes them magnificent."
Imagine being the one to bring that kind of
smile to those lovely lips.
YOU ARE READING
Sea Salt Lagoon: A Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems I have been writing over the years. It isn't finished yet, but here they are. ©Book cover is my design
