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Tale Me

Tells you will tale me

I waited and waited, all my precious time I don't wait 

You left me bitterly one winter night

I never hurt like that before.
Left only with your crime stealthing for my company before I knew you hadn't

Before I knew what's lost in the dark might not be alone

A lyric I hid for him & he heard me, he heard as a sharp call in the fall

he's been answering me in riddles ever since, expert at tale

telling no one                                                      

Clever astonishing romantic hidden love speak, especially the favorite holiday, ever since

So long ago now and I still can't find the words to describe what you seem to me

Like:

a warm round carpet near a warm oven being pulled open why fire crackles and pops in a hearth nearby and a child laughs behind you and someone's playing music in another room while the smell of the deliciousness wafts into the air just as you notice snow is falling out the dusk-filled window.

That's how you seem, layered                                                                  

       light and magic and anticipation and warmth and belonging.

One song when we met you remembered being in love as raucous unbridled joy                                                                                                              Laughter we over here 

Sure I know what that's about, yes

I open to others and another arrives always, and none other holds any raucous unbridled joy. I can't settle for less, yeah, they all delight in me, want me, set me up, coax 

I flee to another land where                                                                                   I like the company I keep

it is your person she comes and lives inside me so I am grateful to you too, because I like her enough I don't need another. You brought her up, called her, she rose for you and I'm so happy to be up here, I won't settle or be cozy dancing in a grave. I will celebrate my bright colors, no matter what, I still hope you write me today you always do.

Or have. Did.

Has she taken this from me too

crossed through the gate I never once opened up

When i tell a tale

i said I would open it but I meant after not instead

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