a kiss stains my lips like pomegranate
wistful, a fist full of lullabyed hymns
sung in a church
and i’m encouraged to bless the path that brought me here
keeping the fear at bay until the next day
or the day after if he still has not called.
but now i feel taller than a peak
or a sunrise or a clever ocean wave
that yearns to touch my feet while i sit on the moon
painting white dots with sparkling thoughts
that i too deserve this, a smidgen
a possibility of having
wistful, a fist full of lullabyed hymns
sung in a church
and i’m encouraged to bless the path that brought me here
keeping the fear at bay until the next day
or the day after if he still has not called.
but now i feel taller than a peak
or a sunrise or a clever ocean wave
that yearns to touch my feet while i sit on the moon
painting white dots with sparkling thoughts
that i too deserve this, a smidgen
a possibility of having
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