What it's like to Wander

When thinking about You

I would be lying if I said I loved you
But I did lust
I yearned for the way your words
Flew eloquently from your lips
The way a smile came easy
The way your heart didn't stop for anyone

Your heart paused for me
More than I expected. But
You wanted me, in much the way
I want you
But with a hint of "I love you"
Those words have long been my enemy
I'm much too free a mind to be shackled by love.
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Do you wander your eyes
To other women
To other hearts when I'm not around?
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You don't need his approval
To love your body the way he did

You will never be less than
Exquisite.
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The fire burning in my chest was lit
By the way you looked into my eyes
And not at my assets.
It was heightened by the way you extended graciousness in my moments of instability.
It was fanned by the way your lips stained mine,
The tracings of your imagined fingertips,
The warmth of your skin, heating my chilled heart.
The fire burning in my chest was an accident,
But it burnt and leapt and licked up my esophagus and told you it loved you.
Those flames, passionate as they are,
Are unstable. They are the yielding
Fragile emotion of my heart,
Crying out to be loved in a way
My hands could articulate into
Poetry so confound and beautiful.
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You will always be my muse.
The way your mind inked itself into mine
And showed me how to love myself
With wet fingers and hushed secrets.

Your muscles drowned out my cries
For emotional satisfaction but yet
I could write for years just about the way
It felt to dance my fingertips
Through your hair
Down your chest and around
Your other places.
I will always write of you, my muse,
Because the way you loved me left me
Creative, not speechless.