Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…
Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…

…between the storms

Up here 
I’m excess,
without the right 
tools to scribe 
something worthy
of their attention.
This place is 
no secret, it’s 
well-known, just not
in the world of 
you and I.
We can smirk 
below the vanilla 
clouds, the last
window to 
creep up only 
when the winds
are quiet
and maybe 
I could
love you
but always
on their terms.

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