What will it feel like
To kiss you again?
Six months is a long time.
Will I recognize the swollen slope
Of your arms, your back,
Your legs against mine?
Long nights imagining you—
Close as we can be, will be over.
You’ll stir in your sleep, maybe
I’ll kiss your cheek?
Months and weeks will fall away
In the future and the past.
And no matter how many times
You bind yourself tightly
To the sinking ship that is my lips—
You know we’re not going to last?
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
What will it feel like
To kiss you again?
Six months is a long time.
Will I recognize the swollen slope
Of your arms, your back,
Your legs against mine?
Long nights imagining you—
Close as we can be, will be over.
You’ll stir in your sleep, maybe
I’ll kiss your cheek?
Months and weeks will fall away
In the future and the past.
And no matter how many times
You bind yourself tightly
To the sinking ship that is my lips—
You know we’re not going to last?