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And then they shake and cross your boundaries
Seem so fragile you don’t dare to breath it in
But you don’t wanna break their limbs
Neither keep them upon your skin

It takes up space in all the wrong ways
Evaporates
The price that I pay
It’s alright that I change
It’s alright that you stay
can we skip the bit where I'm not sure what it is you feel
and if it's the same as the feeling that I'm feeling is possibly real
and possibly how someone as amazing as you is feeling right here
right now?

- can we dispense with the fear that what appears to be actually here
is actually a figment, a fiction based on a misread permission
to stay this close, mistaken like a tarnished mirror
hiding the terror of being seen this clearly by another.

- can we move on
to the unguarded laughter and the freedom to touch
the surface of your face and the assurance
that we've reached across a within-our-reach shared space.

- can we stay in this moment for as long as this path lasts
and can this path take us from our past
on into a future without masks where we nurture each other
on to greater and to deeper laughter?

- can we do that?
a re worked poem sparked by re watching Silver Linings (a great movie).
kokoro Dec 8
do you ever feel like your incapable of loving,
because you feel like you could never love someone like you used to love another?
like your fear has made a bar that you can touch but not surpass,
like nothing will ever match how you used to feel?
Kian Nov 21
...𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑺




Your fingers traced the edge of my jaw,
and I could feel the galaxies ripple beneath your touch.

We exist in fragments—pieces of memories we never spoke aloud.

I think we’ve both been running too long,
chasing echoes that dissolve before they’re fully formed.

But there’s something divine in the way you linger,
like a prayer unfinished, a truth unspoken.

I let you in, just far enough to feel the pull of your ache.

We are nothing more than ghosts in each other’s veins,

but god, how real it feels


when your hand finds mine in the dark.
Kai Nov 17
Touch is such a luxury to have
Touch is a sign of love
Something I'd love to have
Something I'm greedy of
Something I'd like to do
Is to be touched by you
I'd feel so warm
While being inside my dorm
Being within your arms
Waking up to no alarms
It would be so relaxing
I don't even need to be acting
To show you how comforting
It would be

Me and you
In my room
Stuck with you in my room
Putting all your affection onto me
We can't see
Since we're in the dark
Being protected from all the monsters of the dark
The only light
Is the moonlight
And the fire in-between us
In between the things we discuss
While in my bed
Listing things from my head
Hoping that you're listening
To the topics I've been listing

Your voice makes me fall asleep
Your everything sends my heart into a constant leap
You send me into a chokehold to learn everything about you
I just don't know what to do
Whenever I'm not with you
Your touch sends me into a fever
I'm always eager
To see you
Just so I can get into your arms
Just for your touch
Touch
I want it so much
Electric
Ecstatic
Attachment automatic

As soon as it begins
My head, it swirls, it swims
Intimacy together
Attached not tethered

A hand to hold
A leg to touch
A hug, a kiss
I long so much

The soma
The body
My Nadis, not naughty
It’s healthy, not snotty
Even if she a shawty

We are social creatures
Not a bug, it’s a feature
I’m not a leech or a lecher
Touch is holy; I’m a preacher
A reacher
Let me lead her
On a path under the bleachers

A gentle caress
More, not less
I must confess
I want to undress
You from that sundress
That is unless
It causes duress

Because at the end of the day, I just want to play
To dance, to sway
To lay in golden glimpses of ego eclipses
To live on the edge of ellipsis...

If our lips touch then I may combust
A price worth paying for your trust
To let me in, to let me hold you
Is more special than I ever told you
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Atlas Nov 5
Physical touch pleases me
Not in that way
But in a way that gives comfort to wanna flyaway
Like ballerinas dancing across my skin
I don’t know why but this is the way I’ve been
Your the warmth I crave
I only want to hold you
But it’d be a lie if you wanted too

Hold my cold hand
Run your hands through my hair
Hold me close to the point where you might come to care

But I’m pretty sure you’re well aware
That I’m desperate
I crave physical touch
I’m not asking much
So I hope I can feel your warm touch
M Solav Oct 29
If you walk, you slip
If you stop, you stall
If you touch, you stick
If you drop, you fall

In the eternal,
In the eternal now.

If you give, you take
If you kneel, you bow
If you dream, you wake,
If you seek, you doubt,

And when night shadows blend
With the light of the dawn
Remember to forget
That you've come to depart

In the eternal,
In the eternal now.
Written in September 2020.
New verse added in November 2024.


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Jia En Oct 21
Some of you
Don’t know how much you mean to
Me–
I just can’t see
A way
To say
“Just standing next to you makes my day”
Or perhaps “That made me feel so
Much better” because I know
It would just feel weird.
For how long has our society feared
Expressions
Of affection?
Too much obviously feels wrong
But when you’ve been here for so long,
I don’t know how to not overdo
My gratitude towards you.
contrary to the poem i just posted
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