the forms of all my lovers : poetry

searching for good

something
R E A L

the tides cave in
brushing over
my most intangible thoughts
i thought they were petals
but god
they sting

you agreed
i guess i liked the
brown of your eyes
in the sun
and the way your eyelashes
protected them
so beautifully

i guess i liked
the shine of your hair
glossy and radiant
in the summer air

i guess i liked
the sun more

i guess i liked
this little town

i guess i liked
you in it

i guess i spent
most of my life

searching
for you

you were always
all around me

i guess i spent
too many nights
looking for
something real

i forgot
to water
the petals of thought
i'd been neglecting
in my mind

and then the sun
in all her beauty
catches me
from another
winter