#with current.

[hannahflowerspoetry]

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were the ocean just to have a taste one warm and sandy evening of your lingering embrace and eventually precipitate follow you home like a dog you didn't plan for rain but humidity comes along wraps you up, swallows you consumed, as fire does to log and when i bring my heart to your door gripped between my stained teeth i'll find you sitting on the porch palms open, ready to receive.