I want to lie down in sundrops
and taste April in December,
laze in pools of light glowing like honey,
eat pomegranates and ice cream
on a rock in the middle of a river,
dance barefoot in the sand
with the moon rising sun setting tide coming in,
melt into a kiss that lasts til next November,
evaporate into music and become
a cold beer on a summer afternoon at the beach.
Magic is all I want.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (5)
This is beautiful, Harper.
Magic is all you want and magic is all you give! This poem is so magical, for me it is requited.
All I want is magic, too.
Yes please. I mean, well written lassie
You brought me golden sunshine and a reprieve from burnout. Beautifully written!