RememberFminus2
01/27/07, 12:21 PM
This is the second poem I've ever posted on this forum. I want to start posting more. let me know what you think:
Southern Winds
A foreign language written on her face as she pokes at the sky, embarrassed for the world around her. I lent my own meaning to things today, as we lay in the tall grass. Tiny insects inch up between the threads of our sweaters. We are damp from the summer rain and she coughs a magnificent deep blue of theatrical sentences. I try to frame us both, but my eyes will not open wide enough. We are everything. Bigger than the horizon.
Exhausted months have lead us here. A quaint coffee shop where we sit underneath a florescent light that does not speak properly, stammering through the quiet. The things my clumsy hands do, spill sugar and trace outlines of you. You were making a political point over a tiny white cup, with heat rising. I could not keep up with the things you said. So I framed you in the smallest place that grew even smaller, until, you and the hum of the world were barely audible and then wondered
what it is I really miss. Melting in the southern rain.
Southern Winds
A foreign language written on her face as she pokes at the sky, embarrassed for the world around her. I lent my own meaning to things today, as we lay in the tall grass. Tiny insects inch up between the threads of our sweaters. We are damp from the summer rain and she coughs a magnificent deep blue of theatrical sentences. I try to frame us both, but my eyes will not open wide enough. We are everything. Bigger than the horizon.
Exhausted months have lead us here. A quaint coffee shop where we sit underneath a florescent light that does not speak properly, stammering through the quiet. The things my clumsy hands do, spill sugar and trace outlines of you. You were making a political point over a tiny white cup, with heat rising. I could not keep up with the things you said. So I framed you in the smallest place that grew even smaller, until, you and the hum of the world were barely audible and then wondered
what it is I really miss. Melting in the southern rain.