(Peace and healing.)
Do you remember that night
we were staring up at a cloudy sky,
with the swing creaking under our weights?
Hushed laughs and quick kisses,
your smile against my cheek,
my fingers tracing constellations on your skin;
I'm always looking up in wonder, you noticed,
trying to catch a glimpse, making a wish,
but what you don't know is that's the way I look at you when you're not looking-
or at least when I don't think you are.
"You are my home" isn't enough to describe it,
your name is a secret I keep between my lips,
your voice is my favorite song to listen to on rainy days;
and even though we swing back and forth between uncertainties,
I'm ready
to take a leap
with my bandaged knees,
and stitches,
if you would have me.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom
Poetry"I could give you all the flowers in the world, but, even then, you'd still bloom more beautifully than they ever will."
