to feel your touch
upon my skin
is to have
the little
snatches
of happiness;
a cup of coffee
on a rainy day
the scent of apple pie
on Christmas morning
five extra minutes
on the clock
before the alarm rings
rush at me
all at once
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
sitting by the candle
dîner pour deux
my hands I give you
take them
but don't hold on
too tightly
if you know
you are only going
to let them go
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
on drowsy mornings
I steal glances
at you
hoping
your eyes
are looking at mine too
and when
by chance
you meet my gaze
my hands
are charged
with fire ablaze
they want
to reach you,
my fingertips
but your angled
elbows glued
at your hips
standing akimbo
I can feel
you repel
me
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
I long for a gateway
a rabbit hole
to propel myself
through an intergalactic space
There
your hands will be warm
with pleasant promises
so that when you touch me
I can only feel
the purest kind of
wanting
There
you will lie next to me
and entwine your
veins with mine
so that we form
infinities that recur
like Mobius strips
inexplicable yet wonderful
Because
in this reality
your hands are weightless
grey shadows
only casting
an intangible presence
fleeting,
forgetting
and in this world
you press your body
so imperfectly
against mine
a vast chasm between
your lips and my lips
a distance
only too jarring to be filled
Why can't it be
that you want me
here
as much as I want you
here
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
your words
a wondrous pipe
a windy weapon
of pure persuasion
how they manage
to uncoil me
thoughtlessly
tantalized in your tune
moony-eyed fakir
you flout me
with your fairy flute
You think
I am only just
mesmerised
but when
I ****** my gaze
forward at you
I mean to ensnare
your soul
the way your silver tongue
has poisoned
mine.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
You have the kind of eyes
that take away
too much of me
the brown of your iris
an inviting entrance
siphoning little pieces
of my entity
inside you
I am rejected
your heart is walled
there is no room
no space
drifting aimless
until I sink, unremembered
into the abyss
of your apathy
tell your eyes
to shut its promise gates
before I have nothing
left
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
I wish I could
unknow you
like I would
undo a knot--
over, above
under and through
my mind untangled
from the thoughts of you
but I find that
unknowing you
is less like unraveling
stubborn strings
and a little more like
trying to unclasp
a relentless grip
around my neck
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC