Micropoetry - Blog Posts
errant leaf skipping
ahead on the gravel path
awaiting uplift
Eyes of water
Unspilled
Beheld
The grace
In your unloved
Shadows
a haiku i wrote after a walk along the shore on 4/7/24
pondgames
pinch a piece off your sweet oblivion. roadless venture, way of which leaves me stupefied, on the brink of accepting predestination as a means to exist in stasis with placeholder ordained as wisdom's possessor, despite how misguided such tradition may be.
I want to text you and tell you that i miss you but my pride won't let me 💔
my lover read this and turned to kiss me, said, honey, heaven is anywhere where you are. told me he fell in love with me when I danced with him to frank sinatra in his living room after our first date, hips swaying and lips turned into a crescent moon. if there was ever a moment I wished to repeat, I swear this is the one. this is the one.
my bed for one feels so empty without you here. come over, let’s eat shitty chinese and watch bad tv (which is inherently never a bad idea). kiss me. let’s dance to frank sinatra. kiss me again. sleep next to me, tell me you’ll be here in the morning. tell me you’ll meet me in my dream tonight. kiss me again and again. and again.
he sighs and whispers that he loves me.
every single wave in the river stopped to watch me blush and crashed again when he leaned in to kiss me. rippled once his lips met mine.
the deep blue reflects onto the sky, the mirror of my soul. I’m ready to drown in this moment. drown in him. our love washes over our names written in the sand
how you move me like the moon moves the waves. how you leave me breathless, like I’ve swam too far from the surface, lost in the blue of your eyes. how the riverbed of my heart crumbles when you touch me.
handing you an orange slice and saying here eat this, my love. the intimacy of the tiniest acts of love between us are deafening. you smile, mouthful of citrus saying thank you for the sweetness, honey. we say we love each other silently, in the small things and without even saying it.
my bed for one feels so empty without you here. come over, let’s eat shitty chinese and watch bad tv (which is inherently never a bad idea). kiss me. let’s dance to frank sinatra. kiss me again. sleep next to me, tell me you’ll be here in the morning. tell me you’ll meet me in my dream tonight. kiss me again and again. and again.