Poems from CH
I fear for you sometimes
the way your shoulders tense when you look at the mirror,
the way you refuse to look into your eyes,
the way...
turn out blurry sometimes.
Shaken and hurried attempts at holding on
to the golden hour
and the silver lining
But the bronze beats keep...
Landed on our garden sprinkler,
In a hot summer blur
It looked thirsty and drained,
So with the flick of a switch I rained
The spray of...
What time is it?
If I told you it's 1:37
And you wrote 1:37
This poem exists at 1:37
Then it must be 1:37
Forever and ever and ever.
I want to love you the way a glacier drags
Slow and steady and long and forever.
Understand,
I do not love you any less for my tortoise...