bog creatures

it's chilly    
living on the outskirts  
of connection  
soul-swallowing heartbreak    
minds muscles      
flourishing growth      
in everyone    
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      
over quicksand    
for a while    
why your pale eyes    
scare the shit    
out of me    
Written by Jestalessa
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2022
Author's Note
"taps aff" (tops off) is a common Scottish thing to say when it's above 10 degrees and the sun decides to show its face.
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