A Headstrong SummerSummer breezes intrude on an early spring.A Headstrong Summer by AikiMiharu
Summer lungs and air-puffs,
expelled from the swollen throat of expectation,
expectations, and so much promise
Summer sun and summer skin,
exposed and shining,
an open book of sorts.
Flowers blooming, greedily awaiting busy bees and hummingbirds-
such an awaited occasion,
And so rushed, too.
A delicate stem envelopes your finger and you say yes.
Well, of course, yes.
Summer settles for no less,
even though its only - simply - spring.
dizzy in lovei'm still in dizzy lovedizzy in love by AikiMiharu
i curl up to you and the fabric of your clothes becomes the four chambered heart
where to nest, i wonder?
where to take root?
i breathe in the blood of this
and i'm just okay
i'm going to be-
we're going to be
o k a y
eighteeneighteen years oldeighteen by AikiMiharu
bathed in "not yet"
clothed in uncertainty
perfumed with pinpointed doubt
primped with "time will tell"
and when time speaks, it'll be grand
your mother will be proud, finally
and curiosity will die out
as you take your desk job
and a touch of "what now?"
stewed in "what's next?"
boiled in boredom
seasoned with repeated sufferings
and served with indifference to self
and when a stray stars light
breaks through your concrete tower
will your heart move?
will your feet march out of step,
damn it, for once?
and find their way to the path
the Narrow, Haggard path you've
hidden because that's absurd
because you were just eighteen
but you really knew what love was