Tag Archives: wanderlust

wanderlust

you are

raindrops

trickling into

my blood

.

the sight of

the new world

after a long

tiring voyage

.

rusty chain links

rattling against

the street youth’s

scuffed shoes

.

five thousand

ways to say

maybe i like

the way you are

.

warm sunset

trapped in

a mason jar

and buried

.

an innocent

kind of swear

the one that

draws a blush

.

the humming

at the back of

a sad song

in b flat minor

.

a ticklish

kind of green

sticky clumps

of feline fur

.

the start of

a good movie

a back-alley

kind of kiss

.

a saturday

forgotten

a leap year

birthday blues

.

argonaut dreams

and cosmic hail

and candle wax

and old poetry

.

you are all

these things

and more, but

you are not

.

h e r e

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

★ you home ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

shall i spend eternity

waiting for a sign, and

flip wishing wells down

the tarnished dimes?

doomed to wander

and to ponder and

to be rended asunder

waywardness forever?

that, i’ll accept humbly

my wanderlust, wish

of worlds in reverie

never one with a roof

but nay will you be

dragged along my mad

adventures, you ate

your fill, you’ve had

never mind the roses

that get tiring after a

bit of a while, empty

as your shot glasses

shall i wait for you to

dance the pub roam

or finish another drink?

you proclaim no’m!

perhaps i’ll wait until

you see monochrome

and pass out and then,

let’s get you home.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry, Southern Constellations