Post #5758

Weekend Let's begin, Feet on feet Following each other Across the room, Like a fleet Unrequited and washed up At shores Unreachable and silent dead Now pace up, Reach my hand Sigh And burn With violent fumes, Find me a blink away In carpeted elevators Locked In gaze Finally, Race me to the longest yard At 3 Past midnight, Rest on this hammock Of tacit fears And inhibitions, Ask me If I know myself, I'll pause And say More each day When I'm with you. #review#poetry#ap