and it only occurred to you upon glancing at yourself today
how lonely it feels
hands pressed against your body this way
tide shifting to move mountains
to let your latest current through
hip bones
thighs
the infrequent sighs
signs of some meaning to come
once the other hand has won
then is it time for you to run?
come down from your mountain top
where heaven's always too late
climb out of that hole
the one you dug with your own hands
come taste the moonlight
feel the dew like cool sunshine
sink into your skin
breathe in the breeze
let this wilderness seep in
this is garbage but i needed to get some words out
