Presence
To bring attention to you, the care in my chest
Sweetheart, may I?
Endearments feel strange on my tongue
I always wanted to be called honey, or hon
But releasing it from my stomach of butterflies
To bring attention to you, the care in my chest
It
Feels
Hard
To be vulnerable, to admit that I want
To be soft, to confess that I wish to be loved
To let go, to let life be what it be and simply
Hold
Your
Hand
Looking away feels easier
Your eyes are brown, so brown, so light and gold and flecked
I look at them and I think ‘muddy puddle, but it’s not so simple, not a slight
Sunlight in clear water, mud coating fallen leaves of spring and fall and embracing them, saving them
The water drifts, settled, calm, clarity
The earthen tones move with the sun and they shift and they sing
I
Am
Safe?
I am the boots that splash in your puddle
I am the one who clouds the calm
I spread my confusion, uncertainty, my fear
The colours disappear and they’re no longer clear
I am a storm that pushes and pulls
I don’t know how to trust in the
Here
And
Now
About the Creator
Lark Hanshan
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (9)
A stunning love poem. I loved it, but especially liked the last part beginning with the boots.
Congrats on Top Story!🥳
Very great imagery here
So exquisite - delicately knitted thoughts
Beautiful piece. Congrats on the TS.
For sting style works beautifully with your poem. This is quite beautiful Congratulations
Beautiful poem! Loved the line: “earthen tones move with the sun and they shift and they sing”
I like what you've done here...!
Excellent work! Keep up the fantastic effort—congrats!