Cherry BlossomA Poem by Katie Kistler
all the greats won the hearts of their lovers
by romancing them with poetry and song and to me you’re the greatest out of all others you looked at me and I sang along give me your hand, I’ll warm your fingers and give me your laugh, I’ll coax it out give me your eyes on Sunday morning in the sun they turn an unreal shade of brown and let me fall asleep with your hands in my hair whisper pretty nothings to the stars the weekends belong to you and nothing else let’s drive everywhere and nowhere, near and far the future stretches out like that old highway in Montana you could drive as fast as you could ever want but we move slow like honeybees taking our time to uncover all the parts and I hope that I’m showing you how much I feel sometimes it doesn’t seem like I can do enough it all goes round and round like the world’s biggest ferris wheel it stops and stutters and it’s very often stuck in the back of my throat where all the tough things go good luck ever getting coughed back up it’s all just word vomit, isn’t it? well, I wouldn’t know you cling to every word, can’t get enough it’s all just open up, baby you can take your time no need to be scared no reason or rhyme open up, baby on your own time don’t be scared to say it it’s just me and mine so let me say that I love the way your fingers dig into the nape of my neck faces inches apart in the moonlit dark not quite in the pitch-black of it yet and I endlessly adore to see your eyes half closed laughing into the palm of your hand trouble hanging up when we talk on the phone I should say goodbye but I just can’t but let me say that my heart likes to take over wondering “hey, isn’t she tired of me yet?” I fire back half heartedly but you should know I can’t believe I found a girl like you outside my head then I look up and see it in your eyes that open-book and all-assertive love I’ll be the trigger-shy timidity to your warm and bold I’ll be the two inches below to your two above let me say that I’m so sure that it’s scary I dream of coming home to you one day dreaming of following wherever you may go never could I even look at separate ways all this time and love, I’m still unpacking the vastness of the wonder that is you and just when I think that I might know your mind you’ll go surprise me like you seem to like to do but you can open up, baby and please take your time no need to be scared no reason or rhyme open up, baby on your own time don’t be scared to say it I’m yours, you’re mine © 2022 Katie Kistler |
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Added on April 20, 2022 Last Updated on April 20, 2022 Author
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