monsoon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 30, 2018

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Behind a metal grated door

Lined upon my soft honey skin

I sit in splotted shadows

 

The light thudding of water

The warmth of her sighs

Engulfing me

Softening the piercing silence

She calls for me

 

I rise from the burnt red tiles

My small bare toes reaching for the rough yellow clay

Still hot from the burn of the Arizona sun

I walk over stone oceans

Steam rising at my feet

She tells me to hurry

 

I danced

To the rolling acoustics of pattering waters

In the swaying silent grays

The world fell for me

So in love with my childish heart

Its roars grew louder

Applause

 

I was dancing

for her

And she was singing

for me

 

She who fell grey

Lit with a beaming smile of pastels over her pale blue skin

Brightening her cheeks with feverish reds and powdered pinks

Soft purples and glowing oranges

 

I know we will part ways

But I know she will return

To watch me dance in her season once again

 


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