Typewriter Series #2724 by Tyler Knott Gregson
I want to see your face as we round
that corner and the mountains rise
from the sea like teeth of some monster
ocean born and hiding all its lonely life.
I wanna see you breathless atop some tall peak,
tears streaming like rainfall from
the grey blue clouds in your eyes.
I wanna see you slither into sheets
and roll over and back all night,
your face appearing like moon phases
from the blankets you pull tight
to your chin. I wanna see you soaked
and catching bits of light before you
dry yourself from the shower, city
lights reflecting off pieces of you I
swore I knew, but clearly not well
enough. I wanna see you, in a million
ways decorated by a million places,
looking back at me like I, however I may be,
am the only thing you wanna be
seeing.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on September 11, 2019 21:18