Quantum Mechanics Presented On A Wrinkled Sleepingbag From The Trunk Of My Car Poem by Wes Thompson
Quantum Mechanics Presented On A Wrinkled Sleepingbag From The Trunk Of My Car
my world gets choked back
from a single breath
I grasp for meaning
I look for error
but beauty remains
in every gust of wind
that brushes Your hair, softly
like a feather
behind Your ears
and every movement compels me
like a piece of fine art
then Your lips touch mine
and I simply cannot breath
in a motionless frame
captured forever within
a single dropp of time
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5/8/2024 8:27:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful poetry, so beautiful H