Sharing what I read at Chapter 10 Literary Open Mic on 7/22/22-enjoy!
In summer all I write about is bugs and love.
My skin is crawling because of their last meal. I was the main dish.
My skin is crawling because I want you so bad.
Beneath my skin-
My heart is getting dressed for the day but discovers its’ favorite dress is still at the cleaners, the right foot to their favorite boots is somehow misplaced, and somehow the water is turned off. Shower be damned, my heart starts moving.
My heart is out on a walk but keeps getting lost. Wants to disregard a map thinking it unnecessary but admits a few signs might be helpful.
I’m reluctantly feeling while alongside the slow stroll of the sun behind the clouds. Today I feel the same as the sun. I feel the sun trying to so hard to show up, but the sky’s space is all booked up.
Without days like today- the value of such a space doesn’t exist.
Back in my skin, now on the surface, those very raindrops the sky has made room for, decorate my walk.
Yes, I’m still walking.
Skin still crawling. We aren’t speaking but I’m still wanting.
I turn towards a side street full of awnings allowing my skin to breathe a bit undercover.
When the cars are at the stop light or everyone has rushed inside for warmth a certain silence presents itself – I can hear and smell my favorite gift from the sky.
The light is nice and rewarding but I will always love the variety, the intensity, the cleansing
On my skin.
I wonder how the bugs feel.