more often than they should
my eyes land on you
they see your hair and flood my fingers
with memories of snaking through it
they see your neck and my lips tingle
yearning to kiss it again
they see your waist and my arms long
to wrap themselves around it
to breathe in the comfort
to dwell in the warmth
your hands
your laugh
your eyes
your clothes
your every move
they torture me to see
but i cannot look away
i shiver with want
but watch in silence
just too far away to hold you
for if i could
i’d never let go again
- p. winter
what more can i gain from pretending it does not slowly **** me to be in the same room as him