hands to head
legs through sheets
bed to knees
begging please
we go with
hands caressing
bodies touching
slow goes and all knows
before our fall
through endless holes
before our wait
at the lovely gate
when desire dims
and all our sins
go with
Sometimes I wonder if he never wished for me because he already had everything.
9:02
thinking of you
those hips
sweet kisses
twisting, turning
running on thunder
we were time
a sliver
slight shivers
a second turned moment
a handsome 27
i thought we could
yet darkness couldn’t
it never will
we sleep on pages
creating haze
stuck in days
where life seems
out of reach
and all we have is what we had
the clock ticks
past the end
we’re here again
i touch you
from afar
lingering along
your scent
i succumb
dust to bits
endless kisses
torture, i shout
the blood drips
from my hands
you slit my wrists
play along
i even sang
your favorite song
they said don’t romanticize
grab your hips
sway again
yet i can’t
i don’t
i tune to you
towards you
broken hands
broken grip
tight fists
sad kisses
They asked where I was going. I said nowhere. I’m here.
i drive by night
holding you fine
your arms in my brace
head in my pain
i held you tight
twined in mine
your hair in my grasp
hands a softness
i thought i could kiss
you forever
a soft touch
of your bottom lip
i loved you twice
here and there
a dozen past lives
it was kind
heavenly, i thought
i was i
lost in your worldly
finding your depth
living in it
you loved none
i loved it
you
things i thought were bliss
your hands to your hips
handles, i kissed
a body of wonderland
just wondering
where it went
i sat atop
the world
pondering thoughts
heavens with hells
gates i couldn’t find
feet which couldn’t run
i thought i had
when i hadn’t
twirled in things
i shouldn’t
held hands of people
who weren’t who they were
i thought i was
a person with hope
selfless serenity
peace and devotion
a greatness so divine
i kept spinning
in a world of masculinity
fraudulence
longing high hopes
for someone i wasn’t
i stopped
sat with a tick
picked my hands
held my neck
i was but i wasn’t
the person i thought i was
i was a bee
looking for honey
stinging things
finding things
when i should’ve been running
I thought of him more than I, which caused me to take myself for granted. That’s what was dangerous about the situation. And I knew. I just didn’t understand how to handle it.
i can write you a poem
you won’t know what it’ll mean
but it’ll make you cry
