I want to run like I'll never reach the ending
I want to dive like I'll never touch the deep
I want to grow everything I ever lay my hands on
I want to breathe in afternoons spent asleep
I want to memorize the patterns that she traces
I want to know us like I've never known before
I want to laugh my whole life like this moment
I want to say I'm not scared anymore
I want to hold every footprint, every shadow
I want to mess with fate until I'm sure
I want to measure the minutes in her pocket
I want to drink her in like every cure
I want to end every day like when I'm with her
I want to swallow all the heavy torture bliss
I want to wrap up all the heartbeats when I kiss her
I want to finish every melody like this
I want to know us like I've never known before I want to wrap up all the heartbeats when I kiss her I want to finish every melody like this //.... Superlative expression of a blissful time & life. Thanks.
This is amazing. Instants of time usually operate by subtraction, ticking away whatever we thought we possessed. In this lyrical trance, the moments of time are swallowed up to become pebbles on a beach, or like stars in an endless constellation. This poem has fine combinations of words: HOLD EVERY FOOTPRINT, EVERY SHADOW…MEASURE ALL THE MINUTES IN HER POCKET…WRAP UP ALL THE HEARTBEATS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touch the deep.... thanks for sharing....