floating across
the sky in my heart
bashful clouds
shaped like
her naked soul,
drifting languidly
softening the sharp edges
of a world otherwise too loud,
each cluster a fragment
of her essence,
cumulus and wild
stratus and bright,
the slow dissolve
of her outline
slipping through my fingertips,
like a breathless confession
she’s there, then not
always out of reach,
dancing in the twilight
where dreams touch the horizon
as I sit here
tracing shapes
in the air.
Image Description: Fluffy clouds drift across the sky. The clouds are shades of white, blue, and gray. The sky is a hazy blue.
Credit: Kathyryn Tripp / Unsplash via Webador
About the Author
As an introvert, Raven Branhard (he/him) finds his voice through writing about his interactions with the world. Raven is a British citizen of Persian descent, and his upbringing was shaped by travel across Europe and Asia due to his father's work as well as political circumstances. Raven's poetry explores a range of social interactions and emotions, encompassing themes of love, longing, joy, and contentment. Read more of Raven's work on Threads under the name @ravenbranhard. Raven plans to release a poetry anthology in 2025.
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