*....
I want fragrant vacant attention and I rationalise it as a relationship. That pretty face and those
hands on my skin in just the best way, coursing up and down: loving just right. An episodic
feeling that is always always always constantly recurring. A wink at me and an arm always
sitting on my shoulder that is pulling me close at a quiet needy demand. I want a peaceful
visitation on another's body- sweet kisses and that exciting secrecy that keeps us all alive -
written letters and resting on each other's laps. I can't tell whether I want a romance at this
undefinable stage.
* Maybe just someone telling me I'm beautiful and wonderful
Maybe needy desperate sex
Maybe making love
Maybe a simple platonic wonder that seeks to become me
Maybe I just want distraction from a tearing loneliness *
"Just come to me, explore me and I'll do the same for you until I'm ill"
We can simply be each other's gallery pieces
Hopefully an artist will name us
YOU ARE READING
it is, simply
PoetryIt is simply words to tell. It is simply a scar. It is simply what I do not know, what I refuse to. It is simply a beautiful night with eyes that will never see the stars' reflections in mine. It is simply what I can not be. It is simply there. {cov...
