
slowlythis poem does not begin at all like you did,slowly5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
because your name is summer
and you bloomed late this year.
you crept up like the color green
and filled me with the scent of milkweed
and flowers.
you radiate and i capture,
you shine and i reflect,
you sun and i skin.
that's the way it always has been.
because you crept up like the morning,
darkest, darker, dark and then all at once it is light,
like the hills turning in autumn.
your exposition is slow
but ever so enticing
and tantalizingly violent.
you are the kisses in summer
and the goosebumps in december;
you are everything from may to october,
and your crazy makes so much more sense th
The Journal Portal
Browse Journals |
Polls |
deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]
Keep in Touch!
|
Deviousness |