As the water streams down my bare skin,
I think of you. I feel you.
I feel the ghost of your fingertips grazing my skin;
I feel the phantom beat of your heart tight against my back as you embrace me from behind;
I feel the stark gaze of your beautiful brown eyes follow my every move as you lay in bed;
I feel your unconscious limbs intertwined with mine as I watch you sleep;
I feel press of your smooth lips against my chest in the early morning light;
I feel the flutter of your delicate eyelashes on my neck as you struggle to watch the film;
I feel the overwhelming love for you have for me and I for you.
And as the warm sun greets my covered skin,
I think of you. I feel you.
I feel the shift in your being as unknown eyes watch us wearily;
I feel your calloused hand become clammy before you wrench it out of mine;
I feel you disconnect from me, physically, emotionally;
I feel you mentally tell me you love me because you can't say it verbally;
I feel you resent the world for disallowing our love;
I feel you itch to touch my skin.
But society won't let us.
Therefore, our love must stay behind closed doors.
Oh, how I wish I could show the world my love for you,
But,for now, we must stay hidden.
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PoetryTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
