Our lips were just barely touching each other, but enough that I could still feel his lips on mine.
Neither of us knew it at the time, but we were both, once again, freaking out on the inside. Thinking, “I really wanna kiss him/her…. Is this okay? … Should I do it?” which lead to a “fuck it. I’m going in. what’s the worst that could happen?”
Even though I didn’t have far to go, I kissed him like we were feet away from each other. Miles away from each other. That’s what the force felt like, the energy behind the kiss. It felt like coming home. Every muscle in my body tensed up and my blood turned to foam. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to live in that “first kiss” moment forever. With his left palm on my side, he grabbed me, trying to fit all he’s ever wanted into a fist. I did the same. Everything fell into place within those few minutes; and although it was dark outside, my whole world shifted from night to day.
this familiar taste of yearning
leaves a bad aftertaste on my tongue
it tastes like yours
soft and warm
its missing you
its the thought of being held
in your arms
on nights like these
when all my focus is
directed towards your texts
and your voice
that makes me forget about
my own existence
we have time set aside in the future
but this is now
and right now
i am missing you.
The air is thick and heavy here
I've lost the familiar feeling
Of cold, wet moss under my
My lungs are full.
There are no clear signs of a storm,
The leaves haven't exposed their
And the clouds remain white, pure, and puffy.
Cicadas wind up and scream their song
Under the blazing southern sun.
When I look towards the horizon
The mountains have faded out of view.
I'm no longer enclosed by miles and miles of appalachia.
Instead all I see is sky ---
The soft blue tint of Georgia.