I want to take your hand
and
lift you up
I want to scream your name
and
make you laugh
maybe they'll see us tumbling,
not knowing that
this is our kind of dancing
I want to snap
against the beat,
want to sing
against all notes
want to kiss you
instead of breathing
maybe you will touch
the back of my neck
maybe I will feel
your fingertips
printing
uncoloured paintings
into my skin
and
there's nothing
to care about,
you know?
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
