do you
remember
how you felt
then?
i thought
i might
drown
swimming
inside
your eyes
wrapped
up in you
nesting
soaring
flying
screaming
aahhhh you
now
i know
you must be
sick
to death
of me
i want
to go back
to the dusk
of our love
before
the dark
when you'd
fly
with me
every
single
time.
5.03.2011
whisper (birds fly)
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I can feel my wings flexing readying to fly among your words. Loved this! (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteReally a very good poem.
ReplyDeletemy poems have soundtracks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIxgHu5U1v4
ReplyDeletethe dusk before the dark... lovely, warming, and sad all at once...
ReplyDeleteoh my! such a coincidence that I also wrote something about drowning and swimming in someone's eyes. yours is way better with the flying and soaring! love love love this!
ReplyDeleteThis feels like a bird with a broken wing missing the sky.
ReplyDelete(Having an 80's flash-back with that song!)
jayvie? so glad to have found you.
ReplyDeletei pretty much write the same fucking thing over and over.
flying, drowning, swimming, ocean, green. that's it. :)
So touching. How we all wish we could go back, sometimes, hey?
ReplyDeleteyes indeed.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sense of soaring and wheeling in these words! Exhilerating! And yet there is an enigmatic undercurrent of sadness!
ReplyDeleteah :) or :( you just never know
ReplyDeletecool wonders, perfectly done.
ReplyDeleteah jingle, thanks.
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