Whisk away
By Jessica Orr
Eat.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Presently mystified
by the snap in discreet;
my warm comfy care
foiled again.
You didn't see the me
looking astute -
forming the look,
feeling my ghost anew.
My haggard stupid need,
to want you to see
that I source the waves-
not white
within deepest green;
my forest,
sweet drip
of whispering pool.
Love me.
Stretches of roads
have seen you mine
and draw your deck
of tricks;
she clears the stars
from her eyes-
Want me.
Morning croons song
by light;
Ruffled rise
with your whine
and smooth face,
power in being you;
Remember me.
I stare.
Repeat.
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Copyright 2015 Jessica Orr