Poems from kybf
It falls and dances,
this mass of air
that roams around me.
Shapeless and graceful
the mass meets this
cold November sweat, which
trickles...
Maybe it was
the May heat that
got to you; the sweat
made your finger slip
off the trigger.
Maybe it should have been
two bottles rather...
Between the happy and sad,
the pride and disappointment,
one finds themself believing
in God, the great equalizer.
Not out of desperation...
She is the wind that blows through me
on a summers night, in May.
She may be the sun, or the ocean or sky,
but no matter how hard, how hard...
She lies awake; not a wink or not
separates her focus from the ceiling.
An orange lay next to her, rotting,
smelling how she feels.
No...