it was nothing, spider web strung from branch to blade, and back again-
it meant nothing, comets entering our atmosphere-
it was you, sweet amber musk and a chevy truck in the desert –
it was me, holding my breath and biting my lip -
then it was night and awkward silence -
it was only passion, a solitary moment suspended in mid-sigh,
it was nothing, I said.
the summer we spent laying on our backs
searching for the north star
Amberlee, though it may be nothing now it was indeed something once and will always remain embedded in your consciousness to be recalled when needed to renew your spirit. Kenneth
this is a gorgeous poem. even nothing is always something when shared with someone else... Jake
this is poem deserves a 10+. well written, full of emotion and an ending which on its own deserves a 10 as well. HBH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is cool amberlee.