something_s we make

as that sweet song slowly fades

and as i lean into the last low dip

and as you wipe away the sweat and heat

and as that sweet song slowly fades

and as we stumble off the wooden floors

into the chilly early night in fall

with rosy cheeks and grinning mouths

and braided hair and suspended pants

with feet that keep on dancing

and fingers that keep on snapping

it dawns on us

with truth and youth

and so much clarity:

“…of course

there are wings

in swing,

of course!”

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

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This entry was posted on October 4, 2014 by in writing some poetry.