Someone asked me the other day if I was in love with you.
The feeling is primal, spiritual, heavy, blood borne.
We exist so closely.
I breathe in and you breathe out.
You are one hand and I am the other.
When you stand still, to my right,
facing away from me, just after sunrise
there's a beam of light that bends
with the curve of your neck.
The simplicity of the shape, the warmth on your skin
It makes my eyes water and my knees weak.
I want run my lips down
from your cheek to your ear,
just beneath your jaw,
to where, on occasion,
when my senses are heightened,
I can clearly see the pulses through you.
My heart skips a beat trying to catch yours.
And alone, together
I catch us wandering
with our eyes,
our thoughts..
thoughts of your hands,
your mouth...
The unspoken nature of our attraction
leaves me full of fantasy.
I take pieces of interactions
and stitch them together in my mind
to form a longer cohesive moment
of something naturally fleeting and taboo.
I shouldn't allow myself to travel
to that space in my head
where I'm building memories
on things we have not said.
The tone in hellos, goodbyes and I love yous
ring loud though.
However three times today, through quiet admission,
it's been acknowledged and left to linger.
Proudly, sadly, and forlorn.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Someone asked me the other day if I was in love with you.
The feeling is primal, spiritual, heavy, blood borne.
We exist so closely.
I breathe in and you breathe out.
You are one hand and I am the other.
When you stand still, to my right,
facing away from me, just after sunrise
there's a beam of light that bends
with the curve of your neck.
The simplicity of the shape, the warmth on your skin
It makes my eyes water and my knees weak.
I want run my lips down
from your cheek to your ear,
just beneath your jaw,
to where, on occasion,
when my senses are heightened,
I can clearly see the pulses through you.
My heart skips a beat trying to catch yours.
And alone, together
I catch us wandering
with our eyes,
our thoughts..
thoughts of your hands,
your mouth...
The unspoken nature of our attraction
leaves me full of fantasy.
I take pieces of interactions
and stitch them together in my mind
to form a longer cohesive moment
of something naturally fleeting and taboo.
I shouldn't allow myself to travel
to that space in my head
where I'm building memories
on things we have not said.
The tone in hellos, goodbyes and I love yous
ring loud though.
However three times today, through quiet admission,
it's been acknowledged and left to linger.
Proudly, sadly, and forlorn.
