i did not come for you
chewing on beauty
i do not exhale
for you
strokes of desire
spurned into these letters
they were not written
for you
walking, wind all over me
pooling down around my ankles
licking my feet
i did not come
narrowly surrendered,
decorated in metal–
did not walk down hot sand paths
for you
impressive selfishness
i came alone
grasping after leaves,
fiddling with grandeur
hands grappling with mystery–
clutching pencils and pens
is there something to quantify?
walking in red, spring breeze
hair blowing wild
feet covered in wind,
my hands are dirty
and they do not reach
for you
Quite lovely…I especially like the formatting š
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thank you!
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Love the attitude.
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thanks, glad it comes across š
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