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Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
It's so hard not to feel insane
When I love the creation that is your brain
Your skin smells damp of earth and
Rain

Coils winding through my hands
Soft and fair
Golden hair

Your cheeks, they plummet sharp
Creates a sculpture
Melts my heart

You think I look but it's so much more
Every kiss is a strain,
A chore,
A kiss that burns me to my core.
Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
Tonight I watch us bloom,
With you
Stuck in the rhyme of time
We gather, and we sit,
Sublime
Not every moment tastes so still
No essence of tension, so we
Wait for the new battle to instill
But while we wait? Let's
Celebrate in quiet
And study the color
The texture in each others' eyes like we're
Soulmates, dizzy and tired.

The fire doesn't hide inside us
It's about the air, it's
Everywhere
Devotion combs its fingers through our hair
Lust curls up,
And falls asleep
In our laps and at our feet
And we sit, our bodies absorbant
******* in warmth for the next time it's
Cold
These times here with you never last forever
But if they did
Wouldn't they get old?
Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
The dream I had about you
Was meaningless and weird
It wasn't odd and it rang true
It wasn't what I feared

The dream I had about you
Is fuzzy
Is unclear
I don't know what was happening
All I know is you were here

Yes, I had a dream about you
And from it
There isn't much to say
But I woke up and I cried because
I miss you anyway.
Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
I mention all the negatives
When you're really quite the comedian
I cry from laughter all the time

And have I mentioned you're beautiful?
Because you're walking awe
You body inspires me all the time

And did I mention that sometimes
I sit alone and cry because I picture
Being without you, all the time.
Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
You look better
When you're smiling
Doors of ivory hide unease

Your smile looks better
When your spiraling
Down down chutes of self appease

And I look better
When you're defiling
All the things that live to please.
Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
My senses are extremity
The air is all I taste
It's gritty wise and patient
No inhale goes to waste

My senses are impeccable
My ears will leech the sound
Of a parking car
A healing scar
The growing in the ground

My senses overwhelm me
And touch is what remains
But we can touch eachother because
I know you feel the same.
Robyn Kekacs Sep 2011
I will be your listener and follower and friend
Let's brace this narrow slanting hope
Why can't we reach the end?

I will be a lover and a half of every choice
I'll be your biggest listener
When you have lost your voice

I will be allowing and aloof and so alone
Because your love,
Though fleeting,
Was the best I've ever known.
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