I crave pretty moments and colorful plates,
Flowers and sweets.
I crave a disorderly kitchen,
The marriage of garlic and onions on a hot skillet.
I crave to move my body,
Dance and know all the steps.
I crave slow mornings and words of affirmations,
Inner gratitude and peace.
I crave these pages and the will
To riddle them with beautiful secrets.
I crave iced lemonade under the Texas sun,
Where I bask in the sweaty glory of being alive.
I crave a homecoming
To myself,
Who is intentionally lost against their will.
Fragmented in the sea,
I sort what's me from what's seaweed,
What's God from what's sand.
A journey as vast as the ocean herself-
The search continues.
About the Creator
Annaise
Hopeful romantic. Love poem enthusiast.
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The lines ...I crave a homecoming To myself,...I like the most ... wonderful poem