Poems from NSHagans
Last night I counted stars on the eyelids of thieves
stealing away my reality into the night
replacing it with hopefulness and joy
then...
you folded elbows, knees, fingertips
around the paper thin frame of mine
pulled me close
and whispered
these are the things we cannot...
I have spent too many cold nights
clawing at my own skin to rid it
of your essence;
too many nights with my hand between my legs
and tears...
If I could capture the light of the stars in the palm of my hand
I would crush it to dust
for the simple fact that they are already gone...
1. You collect my insecurities in bottles, shake them up in my face, turn them on their heads and then set them free.
2. Being around you...