"crevaces" poems
First touch
First kiss, bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction, sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns, for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down, bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
I love how your hair cascades down from your head,
How the brown contrasts your pale skin.
I love how your eye are the window to my soul,
How it shows the pain and scars through its crevaces.
I love how your clothes hang off you like bags,
How you could wear anything else but you don't.
It's taken me years to start loving myself again,
Just a start but it's something.
I love how I'm not scared to say it anymore,
I love myself.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
i love you like a book of poetry.
specifically the one that sits
upon my book of shakespeare’s works
because your passion and mine
will always kiss upon my bookshelf.
i love you like the pages
of that old dusty thing:
1935, it was printed.
2013, a girl cradles it’s words
in the crevaces of her spine.
i have loved you for 78 years.
i love you like it’s cover,
tough and tan,
it has lived
longer than our years combined.
it has held together the whispers
of love and loss
of happiness
or grief
and it has yet to fail
the story it holds within.
i love you like a book of poetry
because that book will never hurt you:
you can cut it off right when it is at it’s best
but it will always wait for you to come back,
you can throw it across the room
but it will still fall open at your touch
and let you in,
you can leave it on a shelf never to be read,
but it’s verses will still be there
when you decide
to love,
and i love you like a book of poetry.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
First touch
First kiss, bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction, sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns, for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down, bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC