by oxalis
imagining you in these places-somewhere
between wishing you more cushion
and glad for the remaining hardness that keeps you
coming back, solid
This is a real poem and it should be taken to the post office and officially stamped "poem" then shipped off to a publisher.
The words are strong yet sparse,
the images sharp,
but I am missing any more theme
thsn a night of looking out a window.
I really like these lines:
"except the romantic halo of yellow
puddles suggesting a scene
for coming July"
and july never came again for you
Long Live Literotica so I can visit you when I can