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I don’t think of you every day, Only when the moon is blue, As it was the other night. You arrived bathed in its hue. I filled with want, Wanting you, to fill the same. Which you were – at least in this telling. For the space between us crackled, As it often seemed to do, Fertile ground for lightning, Begging for a strike. I reached for your cheek, My hand a shy bolt, But never arrived. Instead I woke Wet and warm, breathing heavy. I turned to the pillow beside me, My heart echoing in the space Above it. Is it love if I don’t think of you daily? Are you simply a crush that I cannot shake? One that’ll rust and crumble, As soon as I take a bite? Or would we burn brightly, Or burn eachother, Or burn out? Maybe some romances, Are better unlived, Save for in dream and dalliance. I reached for you once, On a cliff Overlooking a midnight sea. Both of us wide awake, Although a little drunk. You leaned, But not in the direction I’d hoped. “I don’t want to lose you, As a friend” You’d said. Well, I don’t know, If I can have you, As a friend. Do friends visit each other, Wrapped in blue, Leaving the other, Wet and warm, Alone and breathing heavy? Sounds more like, A lover’s trespass, To me.
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
Blue Nights
I don’t think of you every day, Only when the moon is blue, As it was the other night. You arrived bathed in its hue. I filled with want, Wanting you, to fill the same. Which you were – at least in this telling. For the space between us crackled, As it often seemed to do, Fertile ground for lightning, Begging for a strike. I reached for your cheek, My hand a shy bolt, But never arrived. Instead I woke Wet and warm, breathing heavy. I turned to the pillow beside me, My heart echoing in the space Above it. Is it love if I don’t think of you daily? Are you simply a crush that I cannot shake? One that’ll rust and crumble, As soon as I take a bite? Or would we burn brightly, Or burn eachother, Or burn out? Maybe some romances, Are better unlived, Save for in dream and dalliance. I reached for you once, On a cliff Overlooking a midnight sea. Both of us wide awake, Although a little drunk. You leaned, But not in the direction I’d hoped. “I don’t want to lose you, As a friend” You’d said. Well, I don’t know, If I can have you, As a friend. Do friends visit each other, Wrapped in blue, Leaving the other, Wet and warm, Alone and breathing heavy? Sounds more like, A lover’s trespass, To me.
#love#queer#crush#desire#lgbt#dreams#midnight#romance#nature
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dylan-barrett
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
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