Scarlet staccato sunlight stiletto stabs my eyes
Tattooing through trees, a tap dance on a hardwood floor
The rhythmic beat reverberates through me
Like your hands on my body
Clouds slide through the sky, drifting faster than the years
And I breathe your tongue, lose myself in your lips
Memories of you echo in the marrow of my bones
The pull of the tide, the smile in your voice on my shoulder
The tips of your fingers, the tip of you
The center of me
Electric melting falling flying everythinging
pushing
pulling
Crashing high and low, ebbing, flowing, a paradox of stasis
The hush of the tide, over and over, near and far,
pushing pulling pushing
pulling, youintome
Always alwaysalways.
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Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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“Electric melting falling flying everythinging” made me stop and reread the whole thing from the top because it feels exactly like that rush when you’re so inside a memory it’s almost physical. And “a paradox of stasis” is such a perfect way to describe that stuck-but-moving feeling — like the tide keeps coming in but you’re standing in the same place emotionally. The way you wrote “youintome” all fused together felt intimate and a little desperate, in a way that’s hard to admit out loud. Do you feel like this kind of love freezes you in time, or does it quietly change who you are even while it feels eternal?
Very beautifully written 🦋🦋🦋🦋
Very sensual, my friend. This is exceptional and offers such unique and memorable imagery. Loved it. I do think there may be an extra "ING"that shouldn't be there after everything?
I don't consider this plagiarizing yourself! This is a totally different poem than the other. I actually like this one even more. 💜
ooo, Spicy!
Your poem crackles with visceral imagery and musical repetition—the “pushing pulling” refrain and lush alliteration (“scarlet staccato sunlight”) create a tidal rhythm that perfectly embodies your “paradox of stasis,” making longing feel both urgent and beautifully suspended.
Lovely
Great
Beautiful 😊