i am a poet

I am dactylic
I am stressed
unstressed unstressed
but mostly stressed

I am dimeter
two feet to guide me
I march a narrow line
I walk a short plank

I am feminine
full lips and slightly broken
my hands often cold, I create friction
I rhyme two syllables
and read controversial fiction

I am dark and slow
I am iambs and anapests
I rise and fall like ocean tides

I am four dimensions
I am experience and knowledge
I am imagination and I am
…forgetful

I am a poet

thankyoumoreplease

I only opened my eyes for a second
And I saw our shadows kissing
Gray moonlight cradling our valentine figures
The curve of your spine
The crooks of my knees and
Arc of my calves
The muted whir of human electricity
Chocolate hearts melting between us
The roses swooning in my hand

a thought

prom dress shopping = how many times can I go into a dressing room and lean awkwardly against the wall to take off my shoes and step into some froofy dress that smells like money?/how many times can I get out of my car only to get back into it empty-handed?/how many times can I find a beautiful dress that is more money than I make in two weeks?

jeans =perfect.

happy to be going with you, though.