ways of making love to this place
I've seen the goddess on the hill kissing the sky as the sun leaves her and the waiting for when she comes back, she always comes back I saw your lips mouthing the words to the drumbeats, the connect the connect the connect when they crash and you're rushing, your blood is pumping and I am blushing and the man with the sexy shirt races toward the bus stop in a panic and the driver he waits, he waits as we lie on the picnic table with all the splinters the stars start to dance and we gasp at the same moment because we both caught a glimpse of the future our hands lock without speaking and you guide me through a crowd in a new city and we're exploring it together and we're kissing the sky and walking as light as we can with each footstep so the ground knows we love her too |
Author: Elizabeth Adan is a lifelong artist who enjoys deconstructing the smallest moments and largest emotions, often at the same time. Her alliterative, lyrical writing takes on topics ranging from sustainability, nature, love lost/found, and community responsibility. A Pacific Northwest native, her true passion is the great outdoors, soaking up as much inspiration and natural color as possible. Find Elizabeth on Instagram and Twitter @edgeofelizabeth or at www.ElizabethAdan.com.