plague my memory in the hues
of the vibrant greens in a rolling country side,
the peaks of your crests in the lamp light
of mother nature's hot breath
or in between the cobbled streets,
sickly sweet smells of nicotine and fruitful peaches skewed from the hand to hand barriers of your city, here's another man
selling your landscapes of poetry
on another stretched canvas
in the fog of dusk, your vibrant moon,
foreign to those of my home,
and silky stars hang above
the crickets play us music on their guitars
and while i sit in the brilliance of daybreak,
i feel your warm sun cocoon my back
the man with the accordion plays another hymn
of my generation; lovely lovely lovely
as the sounds develop to melodies
in between my ears
oh, how gracious i am to have known you
how blessed my mind remembers
the taste of your air cascading to my lungs,
the rawness of your blue skies and greens eyes
still penetrating my tongue
as i sit across the world,
and the atmosphere substitutes
its crisp lightness for your heavy warmth,
i am content to have met you
known your insides like my own
and lived the traveler's dream in my
unpure, unripeness
remember me, because i will be back
for another meal by daybreak
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrymy bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.
