It's not too 'poetic' but it's what I was thinking in my head and as much as some sanctimonious, impractical writers would pretend, I don't think in poems
Teeth pull the words back;
I've just bit my tongue!
That means I'm using a measure of tact.
A minute ago, I KNEW had you, stutter and sigh;
we were edging around fun.
And I was thinking, wow,
Won't you be mine?
And now,
your hand is warm, calloused fact.
Such an unpredictable, calm guy.
Eventually I'll be all yours.
'teeth pull the words back', 'warm, calloused fact' - what do you mean this is not too 'poetic'? ! With imagery and metaphors at play this is a wonderful poem. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem miller, you can write better..