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
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