I canʼt erase the feeling of your lips
Trailing their way up and down my thighs
The way your teeth dig into my hips
The playful smirk while staring in your eyes
My mind still constantly thinks of you
The way you feel pressed against my back
I know Iʼm really not supposed to
But I miss your fingertips dancing around my neck
I donʼt know how you have such a hold on me
I canʼt even control my own thoughts
Itʼs getting harder for me to even see
The if thens and the what nots
Your eyes, they take me to a place
I really think they do.
No, I think we need some space,
Baby, that's all you.
You laugh, you scream, you cry.
Embarrassed I'm seeing you this way,
You're beautiful with tears in your eyes.
I don't know what else to say.
I’ve been battling all of my emotions through poetry recently, so here are a few :)
If we take that one step,
which swallows both our pride and worry of embarrassment,
That one step of me grabbing your arm while you passed,
or you clutching at mine as my face is painted on the pavement,
would everything be resolved?
or would only more hateful words be spoken?
Years later I still cant be sure of our end.
are where dreams begin
under the eye-lids
the activity pulses
all that's seen
is quite extraordinary
you're climbing an unconquerable mountain
and the ascent is so effortless
what you've always
had in mind
this vision so live like
all your night imaginings
men and women
over the ages
have bought their dreams
the first step
in nocturnal reverie
as they strove forward
on successes golden road
yep them dreamers
of the REM set
through accessing the mind's
I've been here before.
I've breathed this air.
Let it take
as it is going to take
I've tasted it before,
cinnamon and grass
ale pulled from the cask
old plasters pulled off at last
and broken scabs,
and there is salt and there is sugar
in my tears.
A giant circle,
each head laid on the next shoulder.
We are together.
What is it about you
that makes my desire
an open wound
compassionate touch alone..
Why is it
haunted by thoughts
adorned and quelled only by you.
Paint me like a master
With traces of your stained hands
along my gaping silhouette.
Heal me with finger tips tainted by mine own blood.
Draw me into your murderous self,
Love me back to life.
Spontaneous write from a heavily beating heart
As I lay my bed at night, I'm begging my covers to hold me tight.
Already closing my eyes but you're still in my sight.
Hugging my pillow while looking at the window.
Touching my own skin, I hope it was you I'm feeling.
I'll just do it over and over again pretending you are here.