Succint. Poem by Luke Nicholson

If i were to see myself through your eyes.

Call it quits, take up permenant residance in my own, imagined world.

Listen to Fleetwood Mac, not becasue i like them but people respect you when you say you do.

Your nature is in perfect contention with who it is you wish to be.

Become the man i wish by denying my nature? … he’s better for sure but im better in bed.

I like you.

Skin is as white as my favourite pillow cases.

Snow.

If i were to see myself through your eyes, i’d write something succinct.

You. Compassion. Empathy. Snow. Skin.

It would be the definition of succinct.

The perfect quote on a crisp, clean page.

I am not beneficial to your transendance toward womanhood but i am good enough to write about it and you.

Bloom and i’ll write.

Move on.

I am content with the knowledge of you. My white snow pillow cases and something succinct.