11/19/12

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By Mikayla Oglesby


I’d like to know the curves of your body,
Like I knew the turns of the creek
That ran through the woods of my childhood.
Somewhere safe and familiar,
Yet always hiding something new to be discovered;
Always bursting forth with life,
Begging me to come play.

I wasted hours in the sun
Swinging from vines and catching minnows,
Forgetting half constructed forts
In favor of chasing a new friend,
And I know that I could
Step into you, and get lost,
Just like I did in those woods.

I want to see your skin through slanted blinds,
With the warmth of a new day
Rolling across our backs.
I want to hear your sighs,
And mumbled sleep-talk,
And try to decipher your dreams.
You spark a deep curiosity in me,
And I feel like there is an endless wealth
Of answers to be found.


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I was born, I grew up, and now I'm living (and still growing up).
I write just to get by.