Full of Daisy’s

I am no one
Who is writing
As if I’m someone
Autonomy at its best
Reeling at how to
Write the rest
Right what’s left

You remember me
Sitting in a chair on a
Cold black moon
Hiding behind the epilepsy
Of your crescent collapse
Hard to forget elliptical
Line dancing
Over a bottle of moonshine
Something like that

When the sheets rise
You can see it all
Like a ladder looking over
The heart of your Great Wall
And every speck of dirt
That clings to each stone
Is a catalyst to our
Flashback kiss

Tumble down
Roll around
Catch the air why don’t you
Underneath the darkness
Amidst the horror where
At the end of the yellow brick road
You’ll find me in a field
Full of daisy’s
Reminiscing about us
Sopping wet with love

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com