an untitled poem about nothing ~ [ii]

it was futile, like trying
to hold the wind captive  
between splayed fingers  
when he was a storm,  
distant thunder, that threatened  
to sweep me from my feet  
and send me tumbling  
like an autumn leaf  
running before the breeze  
and for a time, i inhaled him  
like the earth before the rains  
like cinnamon and mulled wine  
like a living flame, dancing  
beneath the weight of a sigh  
and opened up to his warmth,  
a chamomile, desperate  
to bloom out of season  
when he laughed  
it felt like the moon rose  
in my throat and stole away  
the breath of me, never knowing
i'd suffocate and wither  
from loving him so
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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