infatuation

realistic desires of purity

desire floods my soul at night

to hold your hand in public

in mundane situations

waiting for the bus

during a calm class

the tip of my fingers

barely in touch with yours

blessing the space between them.

I desire

to drag my chair closer

gently lay my head on your shoulder

and honor my hands

by caressing your ethereal hair.

people are talking in the back

but I only hear the waves of your locks

putting Heaven's choirs to shame.

slow pace, long for more,
tomorrow, patience

young purity

simple intimacy

Sep 21st 2019