The trees swayed, drunk with sun and wind.
I was too.
Drunk with your smile,
the sweetness of your eyes on mine.
I too swayed,
swayed with you in rippling grass
that brushed my calves.
It tickled.
You tickled
me with your words,
your hands on mine.
Our feet stepping softly,
our ears full of wind,
singing tree-songs
to the whispering leaves.
ugh i really like the ending. your poems always have such wonderfully natural endings, not overly dramatic, just feels like that's where they should end.
ReplyDeleteOh I'm so glad! Thank you Hannah, that's a true compliment. I do think endings are important. They're what the reader leaves with, after all.
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