Sometimes I write poems; I wake up with them fully formed and running circles inside my brain. They scream sappy, sentimental teenager publishing in the high school yearbook, but I can't get them out of my head until I write them down. They might sound better if I had the nerve to read them out loud because they're sort of beatnik-y in their rhythms, and they never ever rhyme, so its the mood in the voice that I hear in my head when I'm typing them.
My blog, a great place to let it all hang out, literally and literarily.
"Give me a kiss," by Alice
Give me a kiss.
Not that open-lipped, too many teeth, talking about your workday while I lean in kind of kiss.
Give me a gift
that is all of you
part of you
almost too much of you
to take.
Gift me a kiss
that takes all of your mind, your person to form.
Kiss me with your thoughts not just your lips.
1 comment:
I dig your teenage heart! Actually, I don't think it sounds teenage-y at all. I'd love to hear you read it aloud.
hah, 'literally and literarily' ♥ it!
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