{"id":32243,"date":"2017-08-05T10:54:12","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:54:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=32243"},"modified":"2022-06-27T18:46:05","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T22:46:05","slug":"longing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/longing\/","title":{"rendered":"Longing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>8\/5\/17 7:43 am<br \/>\nLonging<\/p>\n<p>Your orange juice mouth spit pulp into my vanilla guts<br \/>\nI sigh and shudder into the seasons<br \/>\nwith too many reasons<br \/>\nto drop my fragile feral heart onto railroad tracks and take back<br \/>\nplacing my head into your lap.<br \/>\nThe rain dripping down the nape of my neck<br \/>\nI dissect<br \/>\nevery action and it&#8217;s purpose<br \/>\nand I&#8217;m nervous to admit that<br \/>\nthis is everything I ever wanted.<br \/>\nI stay platonic<br \/>\nto even myself and encase in silver plating<br \/>\nNever sating a desire to aim higher<br \/>\nor take a fucking chance.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s in a glance.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s scribbled into the follicles of my eyelashes<br \/>\nspilling over the water line<br \/>\nof my almond-shaped green longing.<\/p>\n<p>Glitter laced across the space of your bedroom floor<br \/>\nwishing that there was more<br \/>\nsunshine.<br \/>\nI define myself in the sharpness of your incisors<br \/>\nand how they shear me just like satin.<br \/>\nRunning through the streets of Manhattan<br \/>\nchasing ghosts of my childhood idols.<br \/>\nThe expanse of mattress between my back and your hips<br \/>\nthe quiver of your lips when you&#8217;re sleeping.<br \/>\nMake way for the stone grey of sunrise<br \/>\nwhere my heavy eyes<br \/>\nwill pull you from the depths of Hades&#8217; river.<br \/>\nI will keep running and never glance back.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re the meat of the roads I never took.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s in a look.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>8\/5\/17 7:43 am Longing Your orange juice mouth spit pulp into my vanilla guts I sigh and shudder into the seasons with too many reasons to drop my fragile feral heart onto railroad tracks and take back placing my head into your lap. The rain&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":981,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32243","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32243","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/981"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32243"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32243\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123925,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32243\/revisions\/123925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}