five senses
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Begging with your strong fingertips
You grasped into my vacant soul
For dear life
Your eyes screamed for my body
A stare so heavily
It burnt the clothes off my body
Reckless, you left my heart
i'm not quite sure how to put the way i miss you into words.
i see your face in everything around me.
your taste is a recurrent craving i can't seem to curb.
what do these eyes see?
do they see the color of the snow
in front of you?
what do these eyes see?
do they see the blush on my cheek
due to cold?
what do these wide eyes see?
I am from many places
And attached to few
I’ve seen many cities and schools
And buildings and parks and hospitals
And I haven’t even left Florida
From those places, come many sounds
You are my world
I taste the stars on your tongue
I see the sun on your skin
I hear the ocean in your voice
I feel the wind from your fingertips
I smell the rain in your breath
but in your soul
O'er the mountain,
Under gray sky,
An eagle calls,
I hear his cry.
O'er the mountain,
Doves mourn and cry,
Sit and listen,
As they all sigh.
This isn’t some side job
that you can pick up
whenever you have
extra seconds on
your wristwatch.
The nebulas of your eyes
are always looking,
observing each individual
The thing about summer
Is the sky that turns so blue
That even the purest
Most iridescent gem
Cannot match the depth of color
And the thing about summer
Is the sound of leaves
