how quiet the still of rain can be
how the soft pages between the sheets
can remind you of warm thighs
light weight clothing
on sweat wet damp skin
basking in the moment of almost
but just not quite yet
what rays reach your hairs
the tip of your head
the top of your
well, nevermind.
(i graduate tomorrow.
i breathe again the next day.
be still, my fleeting start. enjoy. the silence.)
1 comment:
I really like that one. I can understand it. It makes me feel melancholy and smiley simultaneously. Very nice.
And congratulations.
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