YOU WEAR MY KISSES IN YOUR HAIR
You wear
my kisses
in your hair
invisible
to everyone
but us
they glisten
like emotional jewelry
bloom like flowers
of desire
you wear
my kisses
in your hair
smiling secretly
to your self
as to how
they got there
& to where
the other kisses
...are!
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
There is beauty in buried love—
tenderly wrenching.
The subtle and soft carry so much more power,
and every touch is a stolen blessing.
No moment is taken for granted;
we are present.
Every look: a confession
to be churned over and over,
while we waltz with desire
never hastily.
We are ravenous for a love so blatantly before us but we don’t dare to indulge.
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So we make beauty with the withstraint and we call it discipline.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC