i wanted him in the bluntest way, i
wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. i wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. i wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. i wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire i had in me for him.
- j.c
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
