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10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
#1012170 added July 5, 2021 at 7:19am
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My Summer Hair


I’ve got summer in my hair.
tiny deposits, infinite and microscopic
stones of sand leave remnants of you,
mix with a humid Coppertone and coconut
infusion inhaled, harkening me back
to a distant beach we claimed our own.

a golden body gleaming inspected
your guarded, framed eyes deflecting
while reflecting a diligent sun straining.

propped on your elbows, your
immaculate teeth bared grinning,
as I shadowed him from you --

yearned to know how to

hard press you on that soft cotton
covering a square yard -- crumpled,
fluttering confusion
that would be swept away if not for you
in the invisible insistence encircling us,
waving my summer flag of blond hair,
straight and unkempt.

just a boy standing in front of a girl.

how could we keep messing it up,
return to shore, dock on
'what ifs' distant starlight --

the hours later, hotter every night,
knowing a black sky would shroud,
envelop and drain every last ounce of summer
for the rest of life.

I inhale this essence on pale, hard skin.
follicles cling for dear life,
yearn tempting youth notice a vibrant man
on one more trip to park on summer sand
with dreams unrequited,
mussing me up.


6.19.21
34 lines, free verse

I'm torn sometimes which way to edit, punctuate and break up lines in a poem, because one method changes one tone where another need apply and vice-versa.

So, I keep hacking at these things without thinking, make two poems of it. Keep the original in a dropnote and see what comes out on the other end? Maybe, I'll give that a try someday.

Lord knows, I do enough pushing of words about these rooms. I could just give myself a rest and stop obsessing with unachievable perfection, go for a sloppy baseline with tight vocals instead...metaphorically speaking, if I lost you.




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