South Boulder Road
The summer sea sky has traveled inland
and the rolling of the Spanish hills make me hungry for adventure
I am feet on the dashboard, a mouth full of salt water,
a nosebleed that is somehow romantic
I am lost in the vast wilderness of summertime,
the gray-green galaxies of 9 PM daylight,
and all I see is you
Every star, every blade of grass,
every partially patched pothole on the road to church
I can taste your breath after I brush my teeth,
hear your voice after I turn off my records for the evening
I smell you in the lilac that blooms by my parent's house,
feel you in the linens that hang on the clothesline
I lay in the grass and your face stares at me from the clouds
I wish to be free from this love.
This soul-consuming, mind-burning, gut-wrenching love.
Copyright © Anna Robinson | Year Posted 2023
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