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Oct 2011
Words hang in the air, spinning in circles
And for some reason we can't seem to say them
Whether the wrong place, wrong time, or most likely both
We tilt our heads, close our eyes, and lock our lips in time

You lay a gentle hand on each side of my waist
Impulse sends my hands to latch behind your neck
But I've found that nothing says I need you
So much as the words we still seem to lack

I press my hands against your skin and take it in
The rush, the thrill, the adrenaline
My heartbeat quickens, my breaths are gasps
It's not hard to give what I get right back

Our tongues might move but we don't dare talk
It's best to do this in silence and the dark
This way there's nothing we need to explain
And the only sounds are sighs we can't restrain

I grip the back of your thighs and pull you close
You mirror my movements and make it seem easy
With each new touch my head spins faster
I'm lost in a mess of perfection and bliss

Our bodies move in time to a rhythm all their own
No outside force could ever make its way in
Because it's you, me, and all we've ever known
Little more than pillows, sheets, and skin

On nights like this, the clock's never my friend
And I hold onto you hoping it never has to end
But soon you gently pull yourself away
And there's nothing I can do to make you stay

Our parting words are short, sweet, and always the same
They're "I'll see you tomorrow" plus "goodbye"
But some still hang in the air, spinning in circles
And if we want to say them, well we don't even try

A goodbye kiss is last thing that leaves our lips
Its echo in the room mixes with my defiance
And once the door is locked behind you
I admit it's a sound similar to silence
I love the actual story within this poem, but the structure (or lack thereof) isn't the greatest. Suggestions on how to improve this one are greatly appreciated.
Melanie Beth
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Melanie Beth  25/F
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