This is a poem I found in one of my old notebooks. Near as I can tell, I wrote it sometime in college. There isn’t too terribly much for me to say about this poem except that in each verse, I see my little inspirations– from romance songs about dancing in the moonlight, to my mother’s stories about watching her plants grow while on bed-rest, pregnant with my sister.
Kylie Louise McCormick
Even here, we are not alone. The trees watch us, their leaves mocking our cheek to cheek with the sway of a breeze. Have you ever sat & watched a plant growing? It trembles into a stretch, always reaching. Reaching like your arms, a vine growing around my waist. We sway to our heartbeats and when your lips near mine, I tremble, I stretch.