Lips, two gently made
harsh creations
brush, but never touch.
words too rough
to overlook
and so I'll keep my mouth shut
but not completely, no
leave a gap for the solid words
that keep you whole
when the night comes
never needing of the force
you offered
or the tender tongue
break apart my brittle bones
eat me alive,
leave nothing left to hold
not needing of
the hype of bodies
merging together
mashing carelessly into one
final cry
short lasting collapse
pleasure immediately gone
so we lay
two quiet souls
in the dark
hands only barely touching
lost in silent love.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
