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
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (6)
I don't consider this plagiarizing yourself! This is a totally different poem than the other. I actually like this one even more. 💜
ooo, Spicy!
Your poem crackles with visceral imagery and musical repetition—the “pushing pulling” refrain and lush alliteration (“scarlet staccato sunlight”) create a tidal rhythm that perfectly embodies your “paradox of stasis,” making longing feel both urgent and beautifully suspended.
Lovely
Great
Beautiful 😊