Cherry Blossom

Cherry Blossom

A Poem by Katie Kistler

all the greats won the hearts of their lovers
by romancing them with poetry and song
and to me you’re the greatest out of all others
you looked at me and I sang along
give me your hand, I’ll warm your fingers
and give me your laugh, I’ll coax it out
give me your eyes on Sunday morning
in the sun they turn an unreal shade of brown

and let me fall asleep with your hands in my hair
whisper pretty nothings to the stars
the weekends belong to you and nothing else
let’s drive everywhere and nowhere, near and far
the future stretches out like that old highway in Montana
you could drive as fast as you could ever want
but we move slow like honeybees
taking our time to uncover all the parts

and I hope that I’m showing you how much I feel
sometimes it doesn’t seem like I can do enough
it all goes round and round like the world’s biggest ferris wheel
it stops and stutters and it’s very often stuck
in the back of my throat where all the tough things go
good luck ever getting coughed back up
it’s all just word vomit, isn’t it?
well, I wouldn’t know
you cling to every word, can’t get enough

it’s all just open up, baby
you can take your time
no need to be scared
no reason or rhyme
open up, baby
on your own time
don’t be scared to say it
it’s just me and mine

so let me say that I love the way your fingers
dig into the nape of my neck
faces inches apart in the moonlit dark
not quite in the pitch-black of it yet
and I endlessly adore to see your eyes half closed
laughing into the palm of your hand
trouble hanging up when we talk on the phone
I should say goodbye but I just can’t

but let me say that my heart likes to take over
wondering “hey, isn’t she tired of me yet?”
I fire back half heartedly but you should know I can’t believe
I found a girl like you outside my head
then I look up and see it in your eyes
that open-book and all-assertive love
I’ll be the trigger-shy timidity to your warm and bold
I’ll be the two inches below to your two above

let me say that I’m so sure that it’s scary
I dream of coming home to you one day
dreaming of following wherever you may go
never could I even look at separate ways
all this time and love, I’m still unpacking
the vastness of the wonder that is you
and just when I think that I might know your mind
you’ll go surprise me like you seem to like to do

but you can open up, baby
and please take your time
no need to be scared
no reason or rhyme
open up, baby
on your own time
don’t be scared to say it
I’m yours, you’re mine

© 2022 Katie Kistler


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Added on April 20, 2022
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