i.
i wake up
and i miss you.
ii.
the space just
below
my throat aches as my heart
tries to inch
up and out my mouth to get to
where you are.
iii.
i think about you too much - more so
than would be expected of me
and my position - but there is no one
i can imagine
who would
iv.
blame me.
v.
your smell lingers on my rags
and your tears stained my cheek and
vi.
i really can’t
tell
if you know.
the idea of you
follows behind me
a pace and a half; far
enough that i can step
forward without trouble
and close enough
that i can’t shake
the goosebumps from
my skin.
vii.
my natural response is
no response
viii.
and my lungs burn
with the effort of
screaming for you.
ix.
i’m falling up and over
and my sense of
direction
has never been
reliable.
x.
my fingernails are bloodied
from scratching at walls
and dented
with bite marks.
i never meant
to think of your
teeth
or your lips, yet
xi.
my nerve endings hum
when your fingers brush
mine. my chest
creaks as
velvety wings try
to force their way out.
xii.
i searched
and you
were there - clawed
your way under
my scales and
armor
without shifting
even one
of your
dusty cells.
xiii.
your eyes danced
with a light
reflected in the
fire.
xiv.
i looked and
i saw you.
xv.
i blinked
and i loved you.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
i.
i wake up
and i miss you.
ii.
the space just
below
my throat aches as my heart
tries to inch
up and out my mouth to get to
where you are.
iii.
i think about you too much - more so
than would be expected of me
and my position - but there is no one
i can imagine
who would
iv.
blame me.
v.
your smell lingers on my rags
and your tears stained my cheek and
vi.
i really can’t
tell
if you know.
the idea of you
follows behind me
a pace and a half; far
enough that i can step
forward without trouble
and close enough
that i can’t shake
the goosebumps from
my skin.
vii.
my natural response is
no response
viii.
and my lungs burn
with the effort of
screaming for you.
ix.
i’m falling up and over
and my sense of
direction
has never been
reliable.
x.
my fingernails are bloodied
from scratching at walls
and dented
with bite marks.
i never meant
to think of your
teeth
or your lips, yet
xi.
my nerve endings hum
when your fingers brush
mine. my chest
creaks as
velvety wings try
to force their way out.
xii.
i searched
and you
were there - clawed
your way under
my scales and
armor
without shifting
even one
of your
dusty cells.
xiii.
your eyes danced
with a light
reflected in the
fire.
xiv.
i looked and
i saw you.
xv.
i blinked
and i loved you.