Georgia

“Georgia” Georgia—did I touch you, or the ground beneath your name? Felt you open like a border I was never meant to claim Was it earth beneath my fingers… or a pulse I learned to find? Was I mapping out a country— or trespassing your mind? You spoke low—like a secret buried deep in southern loam Like a house with all the lights off… still insisting I come home And your name—God, your name— rolled like smoke I couldn’t hold… Was I breathing in a body— or a story being told? Georgia… do you pour, or do you bleed? Are you something I can drink—or something I just need? I take you in like barrel-aged sin Let you settle under skin And you burn me slow—like truth made sweet… then cruel again Oh Georgia… am I inside you now— or just lost in where you’ve been? Georgia—how you curve like roads that never let me leave Every line I try to follow folds me deeper in your weave Are those hills beneath my hands… or the rise before you speak? Am I learning all your borders— or the places that you keep? You say “easy” like a warning I was meant to disobey Like a lock that turns itself the moment I look away And your “no” don’t sound like stopping— it just echoes softer “stay” Like a drought that tastes like mercy… when it finally gives to rain Georgia… do you take, or redefine? Every edge I thought was mine I drink you down like southern fire Feel you tighten, lift me higher And you linger past the point Where want and ruin intertwine Oh Georgia… are you mine to hold— or the hand that closes mine? Am I digging… or descending? Am I leaving… or just bending? Every path becomes your shape Every end becomes pretending You don’t pull—you just remain Like a heat I can’t explain And the more I try to name you— the less you stay the same Georgia… don’t draw any line Let it blur with what is mine You pour like whiskey, dark and deep Through the vows I couldn’t keep And I don’t know if I took you in— or you took all of me But I ache… like something signed… in a place I can’t decline....Georgia