Scarlet staccato sunlight stiletto stabs my eyes
Tattooing through trees, a tap dance on a hardwood floor
The rhythmic beat reverberates through me
Like your hands on my body
Clouds slide through the sky, drifting faster than the years
And I breathe your tongue, lose myself in your lips
Memories of you echo in the marrow of my bones
The pull of the tide, the smile in your voice on my shoulder
The tips of your fingers, the tip of you
The center of me
Electric melting falling flying everythinging
pushing
pulling
Crashing high and low, ebbing, flowing, a paradox of stasis
The hush of the tide, over and over, near and far,
pushing pulling pushing
pulling, youintome
Always alwaysalways.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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