In Her Grip

Adventure
Smells like the rain
Torrential downpours
And the aftertaste of lightning
Adventure
Looks like twilight
The darkening sky
Teetering on the edge of time
Adventure
Sounds like A to F#
DAF#D
Up an octave
Pounding through my ears
Adventure
Is cool to the touch
The metal on the railroad tracks
Beckoning to lands unknown
Adventure
Loves like the silk moon
Spattered against a navy sky
Bodied entwined beneath it
Adventure
Is not
Brown classrooms
Yellow lighting
Printer paper
Peeling walls
Shut windows
Locked doors
An empty bed
A mid day nap
Gray desks
Exam packets
Movie scenes
Deleted messages
Unrequited love
Frozen days
Dusty couches
9:30 PM.
Adventure is not
Tomorrow
For true adventure
Is today.

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