April

I can feel the gentle push
A yellow hue claims the blue
And I’m looking directly at you
At the end of April

Sunlight streaks down my neck like bugs
As they crawl to my back
Sifting their juices on my pale skin
Turning me red with embarrassment 

It hurts when you touch me I can see the pain
It leaves a mark where your hand caressed me
And when I laugh it off thinking of you the same
You’d refrain and start doing it all over again

Have you ever felt a caterpillar crawl
Have you ever felt the need to bawl
For your eyes are one of many connections to the sea
When I almost forgot that you tried to stick with me
I wasn’t sure if you were going to do it at all
We were the only two people left at the ball
So when I say it clearly and you stall
I can feel the effects 
Of some of the last days of April.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 1/29/2025 11:05:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.