Little Pieces Of Paper With "No" Written On Them

by alafoel

One last trip around, for me.

Author's Note:

Short desc.: Poem.
Reasons for inclusion: Originally written for my poetry collection found object but ultimately not included.
Extra notes: Sort of an alternate version of the actually included poem Those Two Lovers! The title comes from an (at the time) unpublished fic I wrote, "One last trip around, for you.", now published here.

One thousand years of you and me,
river bends ‘round sights to see.
One thousand years that feel so instant,
and sure as time, we'll soon be distant.

But that's not yet, so don't let's cry,
just feed the heart and not the why.
just feed the hooves and legs in loop,
round and through, together in suit.

Here in tow, and scrunched together,
we'll let this moment last forever.
heat and bodies,
bodies and heat.

words of love that leave in breath,
breath that tickles and warms.
i'm sorry, i can't help but cry.
i'm not a colt anymore.

Comments

[SecondPrances]

I love your poems so much