Oh,
how your words drown my tormented soul in
nothing but their warm currents,
they caress down my neck and rest themselves on my chest
to find my uneven heartbeat nonetheless.
And,
I regret to inform you
my wants stay hidden with time & space above
for I had never imagined,
that it would be me you to want love
A dream,
the only comparison I would find suitable to describe you
one million miles away,
next time you wander the streets at night
find my reflection in the puddles
seeping through your woven fibre shoes
I find myself hoping,
not to lose you
for that would be a calamity I could not bear
I would never hear my name on your lips
Or feel your steady hands make their way through my hair
At the top of your lungs,
sing to me
for I long to hear your voice
& this time,
the waves will carry it close to me
Daisy petals & orchid blooms
rest tentatively in the concave of my neck
a pattern of small petals reveal themselves past my clavicles
down my sternum
covering the rosy buds atop my soft breast
Sir,
will you brush them away
with a kiss?
give me
someone
to hold
give me
starlit hours,
seconds,
to miss.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
Oh,
how your words drown my tormented soul in
nothing but their warm currents,
they caress down my neck and rest themselves on my chest
to find my uneven heartbeat nonetheless.
And,
I regret to inform you
my wants stay hidden with time & space above
for I had never imagined,
that it would be me you to want love
A dream,
the only comparison I would find suitable to describe you
one million miles away,
next time you wander the streets at night
find my reflection in the puddles
seeping through your woven fibre shoes
I find myself hoping,
not to lose you
for that would be a calamity I could not bear
I would never hear my name on your lips
Or feel your steady hands make their way through my hair
At the top of your lungs,
sing to me
for I long to hear your voice
& this time,
the waves will carry it close to me
Daisy petals & orchid blooms
rest tentatively in the concave of my neck
a pattern of small petals reveal themselves past my clavicles
down my sternum
covering the rosy buds atop my soft breast
Sir,
will you brush them away
with a kiss?
give me
someone
to hold
give me
starlit hours,
seconds,
to miss.
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