the first time, touched
us, otherwise strangers
delving within ourselves
our overt close encounters
past intimate imitations
of love’s labour lost and gained
we collide
again and again
crossing over, crossing under
energies focused at the hip
flowing through & into one another
endlessly
we release
feathers soaked
in each other’s essence

I need you to understand just as desperately as I can't let you see

My heart tells me to choose pen and paper
Rather than word of mouth
To let you know
All that I see
All that I notice
All that I love
You capture my attention
My mind goes a mile a minute
To recall all I can
But as the story always goes
Words are left unsaid
As the poet chooses to write them instead

bittersweet addiction
my heart in a fist
with every word
more pressure in the wrist
painful kind of pleasure
wouldnt want less
the palm is soft
with a feather light caress
aching and cold
and fuzzy and warm
people of the pen
bring love after the storm

Tell me all the things you love
I won't let you live without them