Dec 2013
I missed you.
I'm thinking it,
but withhold from saying the words out loud
to try to seem a little less pathetic than I am.
We lie on our sides,
facing each other
an arm length's apart.
We do not move.
We do not touch.
Your hands are folded beneath your head.
My hands hold my legs against my chest.
We do not move.
We do not speak.
But I want to touch you.
My thoughts become loud
in the vortex of silence and tension we've created.
No touching.
But I want to.
I'm too aware of your mouth
and how red your lips are,
but not yet aware of how they feel
or taste.
No.*
But I want to.
I want
I'm thinking it,
but withhold from saying the words out loud
to try to seem a little less pathetic than I am.
We lie on our sides,
facing each other
an arm length's apart.
We do not move.
We do not touch.
Your hands are folded beneath your head.
My hands hold my legs against my chest.
We do not move.
We do not speak.
But I want to touch you.
My thoughts become loud
in the vortex of silence and tension we've created.
No touching.
But I want to.
I'm too aware of your mouth
and how red your lips are,
but not yet aware of how they feel
or taste.
No.*
But I want to.
I want
Release.
(Florida)
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