You ring me

A contemporary poem by E.B. Johnson.

Photo by Claudio Testa on Unsplash

heavy like the bells that hang from the chain
on your window; next to the seashells we purchased
on the wind-swept bank of another man’s conquests.

climbing down beside another picture —

i like the weight of the woods at night; i like the way
they make me fold into myself while wishing a way
into another dimension. a raised s…