#hesitancy - Hello Poetry

Almost by Michael R. Burch We had—almost—an affair. You almost ran your fingers through my hair. I almost kissed the almonds of your toes. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. You almost contemplated using Nair and adding henna highlights to your hair, while I considered plucking you a Rose. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. I almost found the words to say, “I care.” We almost kissed, and yet you didn’t dare. I heard coarse stubble grate against your hose. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. You almost called me suave and debonair (perhaps because my chest is pale and bare?). I almost bought you edible underclothes. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. I almost asked you where you kept your lair and if by chance I might ****** you there. You almost tweezed the redwoods from my nose. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. We almost danced like Rogers and Astaire on gliding feet; we almost waltzed on air ... until I mashed your plain, unpolished toes. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. I almost was strange Sonny to your Cher. We almost sat in love’s electric chair to be enlightninged, till our hearts unfroze. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. Keywords/Tags: Almost, love, lost love, loss, lost, relationship, relationships, hesitation, procrastination, hesitancy, vacillation, near, near miss, nearly, close call, miss you, missing you, missing, loneliness, lonely

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Jan 6, 2022

Jan 6, 2022 at 8:54 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

We almost loved (that's always how love goes)

Almost by Michael R. Burch We had—almost—an affair. You almost ran your fingers through my hair. I almost kissed the almonds of your toes. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. You almost contemplated using Nair and adding henna highlights to your hair, while I considered plucking you a Rose. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. I almost found the words to say, “I care.” We almost kissed, and yet you didn’t dare. I heard coarse stubble grate against your hose. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. You almost called me suave and debonair (perhaps because my chest is pale and bare?). I almost bought you edible underclothes. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. I almost asked you where you kept your lair and if by chance I might ****** you there. You almost tweezed the redwoods from my nose. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. We almost danced like Rogers and Astaire on gliding feet; we almost waltzed on air ... until I mashed your plain, unpolished toes. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. I almost was strange Sonny to your Cher. We almost sat in love’s electric chair to be enlightninged, till our hearts unfroze. We almost loved, that’s always how love goes. Keywords/Tags: Almost, love, lost love, loss, lost, relationship, relationships, hesitation, procrastination, hesitancy, vacillation, near, near miss, nearly, close call, miss you, missing you, missing, loneliness, lonely

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Second Sight by Michael R. Burch I never touched you— that was my mistake. Deep within, I still feel the ache. Can an unformed thing eternally break? *** Now, from a great distance, I see you again not as you are now, but as you were then— eternally present and Sovereign. Keywords/Tags: distance, separation, hesitancy, unsureness, vacillation, unsurety, heartache, heartbreak, presence, sovereign

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Mar 30, 2020

Mar 30, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Second Sight

Second Sight by Michael R. Burch I never touched you— that was my mistake. Deep within, I still feel the ache. Can an unformed thing eternally break? *** Now, from a great distance, I see you again not as you are now, but as you were then— eternally present and Sovereign. Keywords/Tags: distance, separation, hesitancy, unsureness, vacillation, unsurety, heartache, heartbreak, presence, sovereign

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I listen with stapled lips Waiting My predator, prey, and companion I don't know if it's safe to rip the silence out of me I can't trust myself to move So I sit as this black and silver storm cloud builds up inside me Threatening to tear me to shreds if I continue to stay silent And I stay silent The words ache at the back of my throat And I refuse to say them Better to embrace my sticky metal suicide Than the predator slash through my flesh and veins Better to waste away in my lyric starvation Than let a beast **** me

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

turtle-oturtleman

Glossophobia

I listen with stapled lips Waiting My predator, prey, and companion I don't know if it's safe to rip the silence out of me I can't trust myself to move So I sit as this black and silver storm cloud builds up inside me Threatening to tear me to shreds if I continue to stay silent And I stay silent The words ache at the back of my throat And I refuse to say them Better to embrace my sticky metal suicide Than the predator slash through my flesh and veins Better to waste away in my lyric starvation Than let a beast **** me

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