These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
He told me he would be here. I believe him. I believed him when he told me through tears in the middle of the piazza. Back where we were just us. I hope we can now go back to that. Now that I stand here. Nervous to step into the unknown. The door handle of the cafe is cold due to the harsh weather outside. The warmth of the room welcomes me into the new space. I push the hood of my jacket away from my face, allowing the warmth to travel through me. I scan the room, trying to find a mess of brown curls and a pair of chocolate eyes. When I do, I see that his back is turned towards me as he takes a sip of his coffee. I know that it's the back of someone's head, but I know that it is his. I have spent hours in a day watching those curls lightly sway in the Italian wind. So, of course, they are burned in the back of my brain. I take a step forwards, quietly as not to disturb him yet. I look over his shoulder to see that he's reading something. A book. One I recognize from his bedroom in Créma. I smile at his level of appreciation for things that people are losing touch with. I walk closer until I'm standing directly behind his hunched body. He leans back in his chair and I wrap my arms around his upper torso. He chuckles against me. I bury my face into the crook of his neck as he brings his hand up to pat mine that rests on his chest. He moves his head towards me and I feel his lips on the shell of my ear.
"Voir, je vous ai dit que nous nous reverrions."
The voice that I have longed to hear creates a chain reaction of goosebumps go down my spine. He leans forward and lands his hand on the chair that sits at the right of the table. I lean back up and he pulls the seat next to him. I walk around it and sit down next to him. I spot the book again. I read the first sentence on the page.
Love can never be repelled by the humans that fully experienced it.
I couldn't agree more. I read more as I feel his arm drape over my back and I continue. He presses his lips all across my cheek to my ear.
"Ah, toujours curieux."
I smile as he moves my hair away from my face. He places his chin on my shoulder. I missed this. I missed him. I missed the comfortable silence between us. My heart swells as we sit there, reading a book from our home of Italy in this New York cafe. I know now that everything will go back to the way that was before.
"Tu m'as manqué aussi."
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