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bog creatures
it's chilly
living on the outskirts
of connection
observing
soul-swallowing heartbreak
loneliness
love
minds muscles
flourishing growth
in everyone
else
but this
water tension
hasn't broken
just yet
and my jacket
is warm enough
if hands stay
in their pockets
---
today though
had a bit of sun in the lowlands
proper taps aff summer
got colour on my cheeks
when he ran his hands
under my hair
while we dawdled for hours
and his fingers trailed light
over my lower back exposed
to the castle ruins around us
it was a small holiday
from the humdrum of absence
from the droll contentedness
in missing pieces
pretty like the dappled path
under trees
where we kissed
not so secretly
---
can't tell
just yet
why i'm not ready to live
in that Monet
why i'd rather float
carefully
over quicksand
alone
for a while
why your pale eyes
scare the shit
out of me
living on the outskirts
of connection
observing
soul-swallowing heartbreak
loneliness
love
minds muscles
flourishing growth
in everyone
else
but this
water tension
hasn't broken
just yet
and my jacket
is warm enough
if hands stay
in their pockets
---
today though
had a bit of sun in the lowlands
proper taps aff summer
got colour on my cheeks
when he ran his hands
under my hair
while we dawdled for hours
and his fingers trailed light
over my lower back exposed
to the castle ruins around us
it was a small holiday
from the humdrum of absence
from the droll contentedness
in missing pieces
pretty like the dappled path
under trees
where we kissed
not so secretly
---
can't tell
just yet
why i'm not ready to live
in that Monet
why i'd rather float
carefully
over quicksand
alone
for a while
why your pale eyes
scare the shit
out of me
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