I pull the blanket close, but no,
It’s never thick enough.
Instead, her softness lingers,
a tide that pulls me under.
I love this blue, this ache,
this slow and weightless drowning.
I want to touch the ocean,
to weave my hands through waves of hair,
to hold her like the night holds moonlight—
but you’re a desert’s mirage,
a shimmer just beyond my fingers.
I WISH I COULD CALL YOU
THE WAY THE WAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU.
JUST I WISH!
It's all about love...