Fingertips trace your lips
Hands pull at my hips
And on tippy toes, I escalate
Our lips colliding when you lift me off my feet.
And as teeth tug at my lip,
Five small fingers entangle in your hair
And the taste of sweet cinnamon invades your lips.
You hands search for mine
But find my waist instead
And as your long fingers flit across my cheek,
By body buzzes wherever you touch.
Your hand skips down my arm
And fingers lace between yours;
Our eyes connect as our lips retreat
And I feel my hand squeezed tightly, telling my you love me so.
Stormy-green eyes dart to your lips as they smirk
And I feel the familiar pressure of them once again.
I feel your body on mine,
My hands in your hair
And every fiber of my being loves you.
I feel you and nothing else
As your hands hold me tight,
My fingertips graze your face and clasp behind your neck.
We separate our lips to take a breath
And your gaze pierces mine;
You're eyes are the blue-green of the sea.
Your hand untangles from my hair
And I remember not when it got there as you stroke my face
And, with affection overflowing,
Our lips collide again.
No more thought-only feelings
As emotions pour out;
I love you, You love me.
Your hands reach for mine but clasp my wrist instead,
And sensitive fingertips feel the roughness of unhealed scars.
You pull away and look at my arm,
A look of shock meeting your face
As your lips form a word;
A word that scars me more than my hateful marks:
"Why?"
I look to the floor,
Ashamed of what you've found;
Sea foam-colored eyes are curios
But stormy-green ones are terrified.
Quietly, I try to explain,
"You never noticed me,
And I never loved me;
I was alone
And I didn't want to feel a damn thing.."
Slowly, as if afraid to scare me,
You wrap your fingers around my wrist
And hold it close to your face.
You look into my eyes
And impulsively press your lips to my skin
And you whisper, lips against my wrist,
"It's okay, you're not alone;
I'll be here forever and I'll love you."
You tell me nothing is left to hurt me
And that you'll always protect me,
Even if you're protecting me....
From me.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryYou can fall in love. Or you can get hurt when no one catches you. These aren't all about "love" necessarily but I hope you read them anyways. Wow...I suck at descriptions....