want the uncomplicated love making of summer
the bees
and the birds are flying around us.
My legs are heavy with sunshine
my belly full of honey and coffee. It runs
across my chin when you make me laugh.
I sing songs of meadows
and you sing songs of another glass of wine -
I’ll bring you to my lips
it’s heady. The summer’s love,
slow and steady when the days blur into
dawns waking with you.

want the uncomplicated love making of summer
the bees
and the birds are flying around us.
My legs are heavy with sunshine
my belly full of honey and coffee. It runs
across my chin when you make me laugh.
I sing songs of meadows
and you sing songs of another glass of wine -
I’ll bring you to my lips
it’s heady. The summer’s love,
slow and steady when the days blur into
dawns waking with you.

Semester and exams done with and I've had a crash day so expect the last May Patreon poem up today and then business as usual through the summer, and the activity should pick up here as well! :D

It's a hard time for small creators these days, if you have a dollar to spare consider signing up for my patreon, it pays my bills and this summer has doctor stuff coming up. <3

patreon.com/Ceciliek

Semester and exams done with and I've had a crash day so expect the last May Patreon poem up today and then business as usual through the summer, and the activity should pick up here as well! :D

It's a hard time for small creators these days, if you have a dollar to spare consider signing up for my patreon, it pays my bills and this summer has doctor stuff coming up. <3

patreon.com/Ceciliek

I feel, like a poet, that whenever I write I say to you: Either you feel this too, this thing we're carrying in the pit of our stomach or you don't. And I don't know what's worse, that sometimes we're alone together with this pit, this triumph, or feral need. Sometimes we're alone together and I see that I become invisible. Or I am all alone here, all terribly alone. And really, sometimes, there's no telling them apart.

I do wish to be owned
at times like a pet or a plant
or something else taken care of.
Where my body melts into the scenery and I am nothing
but a thing to stroke
and admire in the windowsill and my regrets
belong to the soil
and the air. And not to me
and not to you.

Goodnight sleep well, there is a place in dreamlands I built where the moss grows like pillows. Only soft things hunt you there, and they find you with their long bodies to wrap and fold and hold you in restful slumber. I hope you find your way there from turning on one side to the next, and all is well while you visit, and all is well when you wake.

I need to learn how to make smaller fires
it’s just that I have a bonfire for a heart
and I keep using it as an excuse
to burn bridges. I keep meeting these people
that tell me there’s a star burning
in the centre of me
they can see it and I say no, it’s not that far off
I’m not stardust - I’m earth, hot and molten
and I burn everyone who touch me.

Deadline for Bachelor is this friday the 22nd, the same day I'm getting my Exam handout which has the deadline on the 29th. So there will be much silence on the poetry front while I fight with texts. <3

Sometimes you start a poem off with "Hey, is that your skin?" And I think that's pretty sexy of me.

Patreon poem is up.

patreon.com/posts/37199020

@stelepami As a fierce Jane Austen fangirl I look forward to hearing what you think of it and I think I will withold my own thoughts of it so not to colour your expectations ^^

Sometimes you start a poem off with "Hey, is that your skin?" And I think that's pretty sexy of me.

Patreon poem is up.

patreon.com/posts/37199020

Patreon poem coming up tonight, it's a bit late, I'm crying over my thesis, it's a whole thing.

Sometimes we love people
just because they know us. In the spaces we have grown
before we knew how to. It’s not a bad love
supported by time
and our own need for mythos
to build
on mythos. To show this love
to new people
and say this is my scribe – this is my story.
Sometimes we love people
for the shard of history
they carry
that reflects your heart
before you knew better.

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