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every time he touched me i felt him memorizing me like a wreck every time she touched me i felt her heartbeat caught in my own neck they are problem solvers. i had cushioning companions fuller and calmer than me. perhaps someday i'll tell them this if i ever learn to handle it: the open, raw closeness. In the meantime, i'll remember her laughing into my legs immersing us in the soft hair from her head and his enchanting voice inflating my lungs; the simple gift of speech in bed the moment right before their contact, a few light-years away from being. the moment between shine and its reflection, just a hollow eternity to all the space in between. company? I starve for the long moments that thick time of silence together feasting on whatever he just said. community? I crave gazing at an orb of truth wholly understanding one another a vague sense of being like her family. civility? honoring the ghosts of our realities and remaining gravely touched by the mortal ritual at hand. I couldn't deserve either of you just promise me you'll understand or at least try to get the **** off my land
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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every time he touched me i felt him memorizing me like a wreck every time she touched me i felt her heartbeat caught in my own neck they are problem solvers. i had cushioning companions fuller and calmer than me. perhaps someday i'll tell them this if i ever learn to handle it: the open, raw closeness. In the meantime, i'll remember her laughing into my legs immersing us in the soft hair from her head and his enchanting voice inflating my lungs; the simple gift of speech in bed the moment right before their contact, a few light-years away from being. the moment between shine and its reflection, just a hollow eternity to all the space in between. company? I starve for the long moments that thick time of silence together feasting on whatever he just said. community? I crave gazing at an orb of truth wholly understanding one another a vague sense of being like her family. civility? honoring the ghosts of our realities and remaining gravely touched by the mortal ritual at hand. I couldn't deserve either of you just promise me you'll understand or at least try to get the **** off my land
better stay back
aranciolightning
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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