Adrift with too much time to think.
I wonder how untrue
all those promises you made
were actually the best of you.
Anemic,
and clearly out of my depth
I never had the chance to tell you
exactly why I was so rushed.
Food and love,
starving to have my hand held
I’ve forgotten the taste of perfume,
how that scent lingers still.
Here on my tongue,
I whisper those private things
that were clearly meant for one.
I could sit and feast with you
filling my belly with sips of air
underwater holding my mouth full
I might need rescue.
There’s only one,
just one,
I hope you know My meaning
My infinite difference
between the outside and in.
I’ll be here a while
waiting on my ego to finish
probably longer than I meant
because you’ve not seen
these kinds of words
coming from me before.
Dragonfly Poetry 