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Jan 6
i yearn to know
                  what you are
             thinking.

      i can sense some of you
but
      it isn’t enough anymore


i like the way your knuckles
         and
               palms
expand
           and
                 contract
                 when you speak

                                             the way your
                               eyes grow when
                    you ask me
         something

the way you run your fingers
through your hair
before you tell a story

                        i want to know more of you...

yet
             i can’t help but wonder
how close should i allow myself?

                                        something about you
                      pulls me in

you are
  the moon
i am
     the ocean

a force,
       undeniable        
                powerful
                         magnetic
                                 hypnotic

my body and mind have
collapsed
        into you


                        and i need
   your authentic, organic, uninhibited
                         thoughts

the unknown entices me
                   and
         simultaneously
                              freezes me in my tracks.
Written by
angel dust
170
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