Unwritten and slow but more perfect than notA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittIt takes some time To be free and sane
Moments can stretch for decades Turning hellos into novels Making the handshakes of strangers Into handcuff grips that last forever
Some shockwave romances Can break through glass windows And the sound of triumph can pass unheard Our love is this at its lowest common denominator
Unwritten and slow But more perfect than not.
At times we are ugly and shattered and jagged But always true.
My mismatched clothing inner child Your man before your time heart Will find that our fates share much
A lust for life And fears of flying. And most importantly the spaces in heart That match the pieces of the stars Left behind by grandparents who loved us.
We will find each other someday. Covered in years spent Trying to get it right
The world will hush and still Because the cyclone met the hurricane At the moment the rainbow came. © 2012 Sarah McKeever HittAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 14, 2012 Last Updated on June 21, 2012 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |