start now, write away of the aches and heart pains—
when I catch the future let down
it’ll even out from that frivolous beginning, bracing
preparedness in the anticipation.
i know the sudden surge
smitten with new intensity
i see it in nervous gestures,
unsure of when to place a kiss—
you lean in to the sound of a plastic spoon
clink to the ground with sudden surprise
we move past the stalled moment into
a weightlessness to settle in before
i register that it’s already over—
a delayed reaction.
Beautiful work right there...and so true. Kinda sad but then again its how you feel that matters. Keep writing and try expanding your ideas! Youll make a great poet.
Love,
Teofila<3
You know as much as we like to think we really touch each other so often it followthrough seems like a delayed reaction, in harmony possibly, in sync apparently, sometimes we act as a single unit, but inevitably we wind up with ourselves and further more. I might like to think I have but in I don't actually own! Intriguing piece, good fun.
Submission Name: Preparedness
