BreEle: When I Imagine the Rest of our lives

BreEle: When I Imagine the Rest of our lives

windows fill with light

   and crouching beneath the

lower corners we drink

   the excess spilling over.

 

you hold the spines of leaves

   in the air  and  of

   all the ways I admire

you, I prefer on my

    knees     and

 

someday your stomach will
   swell as we design
echoes    and  when
  we hold our ears to
the night and ask
   who,    who?
 
it will be you
 
   who has this magnificent
reach.

Reviews

[Riley]

Hey, that's a good poem. Hmm... Romantic and devotional.

[mikl paul]

thank you.