flume

those minutes like

a mirror with a thousand faces

in a crystalline dimension of desire,

next time I know,

next day I will feel,

then I will over-analyze

what we did and what it meant

and you don’t ever have to

explain anything to me ever again

trees Crack and creak in this wind

after a week or so

it leaves less of a wound in me

Yet I am very sure you know

I would do anything for you

but can we just curl up

with amazing moments on our horizon

Lightnings flashing shows

the direction this night is going

you like the excitement of

never knowing

where everything

is going

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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