Icy control, faltering under solar flares of the tension of touch,
glacial poles of mistrust crumbling under tidal waves of paradise warm waters.
You're washing over every sharp edge,
and the rough planes of frozen fear.
You have stolen times breath,
seconds crashing to a halt as your hand rests gently in my lap.
Heat radiating through every lie i have accepted as agony,
shaking free rigid ice chips clinging to last insecurities.
your fingertips untangling knots in my hair and heavy heart,
as i nervously await the moment the moon's gravity overcomes you,
pulling you onto better places,
jagged landscapes you can slowly break into something softer,
just as you molded my defenses from menacing to enamoring.
I will always love the way you turn stone walls to sand with a single kiss on my neck.
You have left me a changed scene,
but the vulnerabilities you left me with,
are the only sure sign i have that you were ever here at all.
But as the earth must keep turning,
and the seasons must change,
i know you will return,
to kiss my shorelines alive,
as i shake under all of the intricacies that own you,
and right then,
i'll melt with you all over again.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Icy control, faltering under solar flares of the tension of touch,
glacial poles of mistrust crumbling under tidal waves of paradise warm waters.
You're washing over every sharp edge,
and the rough planes of frozen fear.
You have stolen times breath,
seconds crashing to a halt as your hand rests gently in my lap.
Heat radiating through every lie i have accepted as agony,
shaking free rigid ice chips clinging to last insecurities.
your fingertips untangling knots in my hair and heavy heart,
as i nervously await the moment the moon's gravity overcomes you,
pulling you onto better places,
jagged landscapes you can slowly break into something softer,
just as you molded my defenses from menacing to enamoring.
I will always love the way you turn stone walls to sand with a single kiss on my neck.
You have left me a changed scene,
but the vulnerabilities you left me with,
are the only sure sign i have that you were ever here at all.
But as the earth must keep turning,
and the seasons must change,
i know you will return,
to kiss my shorelines alive,
as i shake under all of the intricacies that own you,
and right then,
i'll melt with you all over again.
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