we won't sleep in each other's arms forever.
our bodies will act as trees, our smiles and tears falling like leaves in the winter;
all in which we will grow from learning roots,
on and on,
until we die from age.
my branches will be nimble and thin but
my motivation will overpower and
i will hold you
not forever
but for now.
because you've got me,
and you cannot get rid of me.
and someday when we die, i will be able
to look at your bark and leaves and roots
and say
forever was shorter than i thought
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
