I Want To Hold It Close
That scenic chorus paints pride blended tears
as suspended droplets thrum euphoria
those watchers notice, its nuance foreign.
They’ve never heeded- never recognised
the harmony befriending delicate words
that welcomed wrung emotions on inches.
rare colloquial feelings pouring traces
left to the table.
The playing record that tugs at my arm
to appear closer, pulling at strings
my heart jumps parallel.
I plummet for exquisite meaning
falling for the white flag-
surrendering my heavyweight in silence.
In that five-minute realm I could run,
not letting end tissue marks that colour me,
I can still sense the echo’s, never left,
with every heartbeat it lives.
I want to hold it close.
I want to hold it close…