your body ablaze,
hands glowing orange and blue.
i have a crushing desire
to reach out and hold your hand,
squeeze it tight,
never letting go.
but doing so
would leave me with third degree burns
and a charred heart.
im attracted to your touch,
like a moth drawn to a flame.
we both know
that even the things we know
destroy us.
YOU ARE READING
up close & personal
Poetry- a compilation of slam poetry/ narrative poetry about the labels we put on ourselves and others, internal contracts, hardships, and difficulties. however, we will overcome and defeat because everyone that said we couldn't, were wrong. we just have...
