a man after midnight

Give me mornings

the opportunity to start anew

with the rising sun

as it gleams through all the windows

and gives life to all that is green.

Give me the moon

on a cloudless night,

that in time will wane and wax

and wane again

in a rhythmic departure and arrival.

And give me the type of love

that only hurts a little

and looks perfect when you squint

and brushes hair off my shoulder

to replace it with a kiss.

Give me that

and that

and that

and then let me

covet no more.

Photo by David Besh from Pexels

13 thoughts on “Gimme”

  1. Really enjoyed this, especially the tempo of the poem. You use it to great affect, and the alliteration and word choices all work well together. Nicely done.

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