Memories of closeness
You ponder on the thought
How it used to be, shouldn’t be,
And how you think it ought
Bare bodies in oblivion
To the thought of expectation
Run rampant and wrestle
Painting a transitory picture of close relations
But pictures change over time
They can warp, shrink, crack, or crease
The profound perfection of fresh paint is such a sweet tease
Those innocent neck slaps
And holding of hands
The meaning of ulterior motives
A concept no one yet understands
The telling of secrets under covers
Without choking on words of honesty
Or the tangling of limbs in the morning
Not a sign of love or lust
Simply a playful commodity
This picture of closeness you made,
Where have you hidden it away?
Back in your hometown?
In your basement?
Perhaps somewhere no experience gets a say?
Because I bet if you brought it out again
Examined it a bit closer
You’d see beauty in vulnerability
And in your reflection, a poser
This youthful subject of yours
Living in peaceful oblivion
While you manipulate your heart
To only break even….
Because as you get older, you realize things like pain and passion cannot be separated with such ease
You realize closeness is not so attainable
When vulnerability has been seized
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 10:12 AM UTC
Memories of closeness
You ponder on the thought
How it used to be, shouldn’t be,
And how you think it ought
Bare bodies in oblivion
To the thought of expectation
Run rampant and wrestle
Painting a transitory picture of close relations
But pictures change over time
They can warp, shrink, crack, or crease
The profound perfection of fresh paint is such a sweet tease
Those innocent neck slaps
And holding of hands
The meaning of ulterior motives
A concept no one yet understands
The telling of secrets under covers
Without choking on words of honesty
Or the tangling of limbs in the morning
Not a sign of love or lust
Simply a playful commodity
This picture of closeness you made,
Where have you hidden it away?
Back in your hometown?
In your basement?
Perhaps somewhere no experience gets a say?
Because I bet if you brought it out again
Examined it a bit closer
You’d see beauty in vulnerability
And in your reflection, a poser
This youthful subject of yours
Living in peaceful oblivion
While you manipulate your heart
To only break even….
Because as you get older, you realize things like pain and passion cannot be separated with such ease
You realize closeness is not so attainable
When vulnerability has been seized