only in vivid dreams
do i get to look at you so closely
and see those golden flecks around your irises
and run my fingers on the palms of your hands
and trace those lines leisurely,
oh-so slowly
(i could practically hear our rapid breathing)
as long as i could
memorizing and keeping them
in the pockets of my heart
only in those dreams
do i get to have you listen to all my insanities
while joining me in warm bubble baths
filled with our rasped and damped whispers
only then
do i get to kiss your neck and shoulders
and run my tongue so softly
like the edge of a knife
and those fingers
oh, those devilish fingers of yours
that connect you to me
a buzzing of electricity that vibrates to every fragile vein
making me alive not only my body
but also my soul that has been long forgotten
and it feels like
like (and a sob escapes)
i am finally loved
(finally!)
even only in these pathetic dreams
that I could finally have what i've always wanted
no matter how fragile they may be
but if only those dreams
can be stolen into a vile reality
where both of us crave the euphoria of intimacy
which is seemingly notorious for the eyes of the prudish kind
but, oh, what a fun it can be!
for being so notorious indeed
just as long as it is with you
for i am your lover
a lover you never knew.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
