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Reed Rogers Feb 2014
Like my blood, you're coursing through my veins.
With every beat, you move through my vitals,
Heart, brain, lungs, skin...

Each beat delivers more of my secrets to you.
My hopes, fears, proudest moments, all mingling in the conversation you have with my body.
I say it that way because I don't have a choice.

You've become part of me. Am I as much a part of you?
Reed Rogers Sep 2013
Sitting by an open window
Mind drifting to darker things
Ten thousand questions pending
And not an answer rings
True
Been looking for you
Got something to prove
And nothing to do
About it.
Reed Rogers Aug 2013
I know it's odd, the way your smell affects me.
I've been tackled by it in the subway, the elevator, on the street.
It stops me from moving, and for one or two delicious seconds, I feel you in my arms.
You skin pressed so hard against mine that we might just join. Permanently.
And then it's gone, and I spend the next ten minutes lost in myself, trying to find you.
Like the doorway to another world, it keeps moving, daring me to keep up.
Reed Rogers Aug 2013
Your skin so warm against mine,
Your smell lingering in my pores,
I can feel your heartbeat,
And I feel home.
Reed Rogers Aug 2013
Running to the sound of my beating heart,
My footfalls muffled by heavy breathing,
I taste your scent on the air.
Reed Rogers Mar 2013
I am the rocky shoal, on which the storm breaks its waves,
I am the anvil, on which life takes its shape,
I am the general, preparing to invade,
I am the one who embraces his fate.

Ask not of me to sit idle and patient,
I don’t deal in time and common complacence,
I need the struggle to showcase my worth,
My shoulders are broad but my attitude terse.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monster,
I’m just forged to be something much harder,
I’ll open my heart and share my dark secrets,
But please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.
Reed Rogers Feb 2013
A picture was promised,
Yet stands undelivered,
My heart isn't broken,
But my body's aquiver.

Please send something soon,
I look forward to see,
A picture of you,
Taken solely for me.

(Preferably naked)
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