Amaranth red, the morning parts her lips stretching ever
outwards into the rich blueβ€” always in a hurry
there are two kinds of people in the world, us and everybody else
For the love of earl grey, I poke my head out of the covers
wheatish skin disregarding the warmth of the sun
and instead typing bold words with long, slender fingers
on the iPhone screen

Like dark petals, exhaustion falls on the laminated floor
I forgot that people tag along only when it’s related to
their own means of pleasureβ€” the internet has spoiled conversation
no longer across the table, maintaining eye contact
their actions send me deep in thought

Finally the weather matches my mood, rain soaked the ground
holds more than it can possibly endure
black currant jam, love poems and an adamant pen
I feel as though he is thumbing through my mindβ€” viridian desire
that inspires my most wanton poetry, I could drink an ocean of him
and still be thirsty, I am on the edge of something

I cannot describe
always in a hurry, there are two kinds of people in the world
us and everybody else

 

 

Photo credits: Gerard Schlosser Painting, Pinterest

Posted for MTB: Stream of Consciousness Writing @ dVerse Poets Pub

And posted on Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United