Their head on her shoulder
looking for connection
in this united world.
Month: February 2017
227
He was put on the table, but tried to maintain a pokerface.
226
Jumping around in joy,
forgetting
they are not a real horse.
225
Heading home bound to find a bone.
224
Rubbing its tummy
like a lover would,
gentle and soft,
trying to mold him
into his hands,
making him
the perfect fit.
223
All of us
push
boundaries
by leaving our footprints
on the earth.
222
I feel protected,
I feel safe.
It is like your arms around me,
or the comforting sound of your voice
saying I am welcome,
showing I am loved.
We can’t get out,
and they can’t get in.
We are separated
from echoing forces
coming at us like waves.
221
He feels the competition, but acts cool.
220
Our fingers touch,
we are close enough
to feel everything we need.
A thread separating
unsure feelings,
keeping us safe
and comfortable.
She wants me to let her in,
take down my fences,
but when do you know?
219
There is distance between them
an ocean
they have to learn to move closer
through the water
the deep dark water which life can be
uncomfortably staring in the same direction
knowing what they want
but no clue how to go.