streams of longing - Hello Poetry

4d

Yuiza Nabin

sometimes i think of myself as an angel in the bathtub
a hazy, glowing figure
beautiful beyond mortal comprehension
so that their faces turn to stone
perhaps that's my excuse for why they don't look at me

but you looked at me
and let me float in the steamy stuff of fantasy
yet it all condensed to the end

when it flows again it shall be with my tears

poem 3 of the 'streams of longing series'

4d

Yuiza Nabin

Your Scent Lingers

fragrance lingers after rain as rot lingers after new dawn
i knew you once and more but never enough
and we loop over and over folding and converging and haunting me into the abyssal distance of time
and now i sink
but i promise
i never forgot your scent

Poem 2 of the 'Streams of Longing' series

4d

Yuiza Nabin

When I Wake

distant recollections
of the sun beneath the ripples
pulsing, surging, breathing
please don't let me drown

I shall sleep as long as these strings bind
but when I wake
will you still be there?

Poem 1 of the 'Streams of Longing' series

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