elmer

sometimes i remember the words
i think of them, fondly
with the sort of remembrance
only reserved for something
tangible, yet out of reach
something you had, had
the proper tense of
what was once and
is not yours anymore

they're still there often
they bend and stare
long and willowy, heavy
almost taunting they
like to settle in my
conscious state as i
drive and sit with sun
penetrating the small
hairs of my arms

now that that i can
i sit and compose
what you read is
just a reminder
i am here, stagnant
constantly reminded but
not able to unglue

Mila.

In the soft warmth of your body
And delicate sweetness of the air
that slowly exits from tiny lips
I find my new source of right,
a fountain of purity that I hope
To swim in when the moon settles
and pretend to have been so clean
all along.

Your creation has lent me
a second skin that I seem to wear
proudly and comfortably-
It fits so I let it cover me and
though I'm unsure and pretending most of the time...
I'm sure this is what helps me wear the hats so well.

We lay in the mornings and as you sleep and the dawn brings a new sun to loom over us
I continue to selfishly breathe you in, silently
The only sounds are the opening daisies and the light filtering into a new day.