24 Hours

There was a point
Where Nightcap and Hudson’s Bay
Tasted the same,
Fire on water
In my bedroom evenings
Spent sucking on smoke
Felt like tongue bite
And wasted opportunity,
Shuffles between feet
The shakes of hands
And your heart
Gave me the same sense
Of comfort
As strands of summer evenings
And “T-Minus Grand Gesture”,
Still hoping to return your offer
A bed to say
A mile to walk
The cycle of a moon
Torn between porch luck,
The pier danced upon our bodies
Like milk in boiling coffee
Swirling endlessly
For awhile
I can’t tell the difference
Between happiness and a caffeine buzz
Head rush spinning the taste of your lips
A frown is a sad smile
A mountain to reach across
(H)as the same flavour
In the name of us,
Sunrise over water
Fire in the night air
How does the Earth spin beneath my feet
When I continue to stand still?


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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