deepundergroundpoetry.com
The need.
we curl up then extend,
we are tree roots searching the dirt
thousands of miles of sediment under our nails
when we finally reach
our shared shangri-la.
but we are reminded there’s a price for paradise-
headaches and dirty dishes,
a lost earring and nights
I need to be touched but I can’t bring myself
to ask for it because you dissecting my silence is half
the need.
we are tree roots searching the dirt
thousands of miles of sediment under our nails
when we finally reach
our shared shangri-la.
but we are reminded there’s a price for paradise-
headaches and dirty dishes,
a lost earring and nights
I need to be touched but I can’t bring myself
to ask for it because you dissecting my silence is half
the need.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 575
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.