I want to lie down in sundrops
and taste April in December,
laze in pools of light glowing like honey,
eat pomegranates and ice cream
on a rock in the middle of a river,
dance barefoot in the sand
with the moon rising sun setting tide coming in,
melt into a kiss that lasts til next November,
evaporate into music and become
a cold beer on a summer afternoon at the beach.
Magic is all I want.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd whoβs extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.π
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Eradication
She drags her eraser back and forth across the indelible lines of me, an exercise in futility; I cannot be eradicated, I linger, standing my ground in agony while her effort increases, senseless rage tearing holes in the page, murdering the story to silence a character.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
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Yes please. I mean, well written lassie
You brought me golden sunshine and a reprieve from burnout. Beautifully written!