Lightning bugs light up while flying upward

[michaelboy]

I am familiar with the terrain of your shoulders
yet my hands have never known their country.
And I know what it is to watch you sleeping
because that resonant rhythm is my own.
The unheard words that you speak at night
I’ve caught each one, then opened my hand.

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

Did you write this?

[michaelboy]

Yes. I always credit a writer, if it isn't something I've written.

[k_sereinroom]

Beautiful

[michaelboy]

Thank you.

[wayfaringwordhack]

This is lovely.

[michaelboy]

Thank you!

[keplers_angels]

lovely

[michaelboy]

Thank you.

[quotidians]

The sincerity in this poem is really beautiful.

[michaelboy]

Thanks