i miss bodies and i miss hands and i miss
the feeling of holding someone, of
clutching their mass against my own and
feeling their warmth, their proof of life and you
have no idea what this is, you have no idea
how i want to love you,
and how much, oh
if we could be closer;
closer in age and shape,
closer in form and distance, closer
than the space between heartbeats
and if you only knew
how you sing in my veins like a drug
and if you only knew
how your name squeezes round my heart like a python, oh,
how my bones cry to call you lover
how my skin aches for your touch, how
you crash over me like a wave, and break
every bone in my spine to dust and
you will never understand what this is
you will never rip out my heart
with your teeth and hold it beating in your hands, and
you would know instead that i would rather press bruises
into my own bones than fall in love with you
YOU ARE READING
Rocket Fizz
PoesiaA collection of decidedly bad poems written by yours truly Surprisingly not really about space
