poetry

Natalia F.

oh Natalia
you are so lovely
I have to try
hard 
not to stare

I want to run
my fingers
over your face and
photograph your skin
in dappled
sunlight

If I were a boat
on stormy waters I
would reach my oars
out to you and
offer you my
rest

would you let me
wild haired lady?

or would the distant
calls of Michael Jackson
and whispers from
your telephone
beckon you out of
my safety net

I don’t think
I could ever
bottle up
your beauty

or

hold back
the force
of your current
with my noble
intent

until we are free
though
to walk on dry land
I just ask that
you let me touch
the hem of your garments
and breathe in
the space you
occupy
so gracefully

and pretend
that I’ve
pulled back the curtain
in your mind and
understood
what’s
inside

somehow

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