it's a feeling -
a feeling, so inexplicable
so incomparable,
so incomprehensible
with a glance,
i melt into the wooden floors
i seep into the oak,
deeper into oblivion.
with a whisper,
i come alive.
my spine tingles
as my nerves buzz
like honey bees in the springtime.
with a touch, i am left frozen
with a burning desire
that coils around my lungs
and tightens with each breath.
that feeling -
so freeing
yet so controlling,
so constricting
so erotic,
yet so oppressive
do you feel me under your skin,
and in the grooves of your brain?
are your nerve endings singed
from the friction created
when our hands touch?
why I am stuck humming softly to the beat of your heart?
YOU ARE READING
pal·pi·ta·tions
Poetry"and in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness" -f. scott fitzgerald
