Wait
Oct. 6, 2024 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem without time.
MessageLeft. Right.
ImageWRTN
"I can't..."
Peering into your diamond eyes.Violet shards. Bedazzling ink.Dreaming of what will be.The beating of our hearts?Synced.
Not another could make me:Bop to the pop,Twirl through its rhythm,Glide on the waxy wood,Or see the copper sunrise glow.
Not another could make you:Smile coast to coast,Laugh a lyric,Tap a tune as I swoon and croon,Or stare at the golden roof in tears.
Spacey spectacles blur your vision.Maroon lipstick stains mine.Sky and grass and dandelion glares.As for tonight?Starry.
"...wait."
Peering into your diamond eyes.Violet shards. Bedazzling ink.Dreaming of what will be.The beating of our hearts?Synced.
Not another could make me:Bop to the pop,Twirl through its rhythm,Glide on the waxy wood,Or see the copper sunrise glow.
Not another could make you:Smile coast to coast,Laugh a lyric,Tap a tune as I swoon and croon,Or stare at the golden roof in tears.
Spacey spectacles blur your vision.Maroon lipstick stains mine.Sky and grass and dandelion glares.As for tonight?Starry.
"...wait."
