May 2025 – Poetry Is For Girls

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My fingers search for any sensation,
while my hands are tied up in a clock.
The little ones are waiting.
We must get back.

Can I savor you in the meantime?
I love nothing more than you.
Counting my lucky stars
you’re the one with me among the trees.

I don’t see any other life.
First two, then three,
then four, then five.
They are the stars in our sky.

For the love I feel for them
I can feel because of you.
But my Mari, my love,
I’ll always long for just you.

My fingers search for any sensation,

while my hands are tied up in a clock.

The little ones are waiting.

We must get back.

Can I savor you in the meantime?

I love nothing more than you.

Counting my lucky stars

you’re the one with me among the trees.

I don’t see any other life.

First two, then three,

then four, then five.

They are the stars in our sky.

For the love I feel for them

I can feel because of you.

But my Mari, my love,

I’ll always long for just you.

Never hide that reflection

that bounces sunlight

from your place in the sky

through the leaves down here,

pirouetting in the night wind.

I see you bright and clear.

Sensationally stunning,

even from a great distance,

but proximity reveals a depth

that knows no bounds.

You astound at every turn,

with a guarantee to grin,

but I promise you don’t owe

a single soul a single thing.

May you keep some sunlight

you gleam without effort,

hiding through the leaves

beyond the trees.