such a glutton for punishment.
it will never grow tiresome, this struggle to make you love me.
after many afternoons pass me under my closed eyes,
i can feel the tiny knots in my stomach growing stronger..
and i find my rest is necessary.
some sort of service to myself and everyone else.
a ceremony to bring new light to your unforeseen bother.
when i wake, the music helps
isolated, and able to lay it out.
slowly. and quiet.
and when i hear the snap of the key at the front door.
i know i will find you, willing and lovable again.
redeeming all actions with every bit of gentleness.
and your influence will prove to be lusty once more.
with perfect timing.
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