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Wanderlust
I think I'll go out and practice
breathing in her presence tonight.
Making eyes at constellations, well, her
eyes are just... just everywhere. And my
head spins in these verdant fields,
emerald shards bend and sway to the
will of the wind. Disorient me, give me
lust for wandering, lust for "look, but
don't touch." Cannot touch. Years measured in
luminous waves keep me breathing...
spinning... here in these fields, wandering...
wondering what it's like to touch a star.
breathing in her presence tonight.
Making eyes at constellations, well, her
eyes are just... just everywhere. And my
head spins in these verdant fields,
emerald shards bend and sway to the
will of the wind. Disorient me, give me
lust for wandering, lust for "look, but
don't touch." Cannot touch. Years measured in
luminous waves keep me breathing...
spinning... here in these fields, wandering...
wondering what it's like to touch a star.
Published 14th Sep 2015
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14th Sep 2015 6:20am
'the biggest stars look at me with her eyes': Neruda.
a great deal of enchantment in your poem...
a great deal of enchantment in your poem...
14th Sep 2015 7:26am
Reading your poetry felt fresh and cold, and so very wistful. I love it!
14th Sep 2015 1:51pm
18th Sep 2015 7:33pm
I always wanted to know how people are creative enough to come up with masterpieces like these
