I’d leave you
Hanging,
Ripe and full.
Take an old sweatshirt
Kiss your lips
slow linger
Hold back the ache
Until I’m
packed.
I’d live an ocean away
only to spray your scent
before dancing
and sleep deep
dreaming
of you.
On Sunday nights
An organ plays
Deep and low
Bathed in warm light
Moved.
Tears
fall
on could
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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