Poetry For Everyday People
Self Inflected Kiss
When I see walls
I think of windows,
when I think of time
I lose myself,
there are days,
sweet days, of fresh cut grass,
trees in the warm sun,
Sharon Olds and olives,
warm baguette, cheese with holes,
red wine,
love,
summer
when you needed it,
a soft spot,
and there are days
of regret, conflict,
battling an end that
at times we forget about,
then suddenly remember,
within ourselves, hard
on ourselves, too much
going on to remember the
butterfly or the kid
that chased it, without
a care,
here, the wings expand,
a graceful mind free,
forever possible.
I think of windows,
when I think of time
I lose myself,
there are days,
sweet days, of fresh cut grass,
trees in the warm sun,
Sharon Olds and olives,
warm baguette, cheese with holes,
red wine,
love,
summer
when you needed it,
a soft spot,
and there are days
of regret, conflict,
battling an end that
at times we forget about,
then suddenly remember,
within ourselves, hard
on ourselves, too much
going on to remember the
butterfly or the kid
that chased it, without
a care,
here, the wings expand,
a graceful mind free,
forever possible.
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Self Inflected Kiss
Self Inflected Kiss
