Category: Personal

I think but don’t speak.

I think “Don’t give up on us.”

I think I’ll say it.

I think I’ll be late.

It’s a habit I’ve hated,

especially now.

Especially now,

when I need to find my voice.

It can’t be too late.

I know some will say,

the timing is wrong, bad luck.

Just bad luck. Oh well?

Oh well, it’s okay.

I just found brightness, for once.

I yell at darkness.

I miss your kisses.

I dream of you, when distant,

so that you are close.

Closeness in cosmos,

my tornado soul finds you,

your fire is sweet.

I burn, brave at last,

melting like candy. Kiss me,

when we meet tonight.

Dreams are all I have,

until I return to you,

so let me come back.

Time doesn’t matter.

I’ll be yours until it ends,

or if it doesn’t.

You are bright as sunlight,

perfect in my eyeline,

reflected halo around your soft hair,

in a maze of mirrors,

truth told on hopeful glass.

You kiss me softly,

as I watch so many memories of us,

that have yet to happen,

far in front of my eyes,

I stare,

intently,

as if it will bring them closer,

intently,

impatient,

because though I know that waiting is half the game,

I don’t have the patience to play.

I don’t want to play you,

but I have to,

because the truth is too real,

and I don’t want you to feel captured,

so I follow directions that come from my dearest heart,

finding the patience to play,

finding a new version of the truth,

that makes you feel safe enough,

not to run,

but not to wander either.

I’m close to sleep,

desperate to wake up in your dreams,

intoxicated by your energy,

wrapped around your fingers like a silk ribbon.

Purged of my purity,

I am a portrait of passion,

smitten kitten,

helpless, held in your gaze,

in your grasp,

gasping for air,

gripped in a kiss that consumes me completely.

Haunted by desire that never leaves,

lovesick,

because my skin seeks out your hands,

but only finds them when we dream.

The world is yours

and so am I.