I still remember our first hug
You stepping closer
Arms around my waist
My hands fighting not to touch your hair
I could feel your chin rubbing on my shoulder
I knew we would never get older
With your body squeezing mine
I could barely stand on my feet
I made you the rope I needed to be still
It was a summer night
With you so close, warmer it became
People dancing around the fire
Drinking from silvery cups
They were all emptied of sobriety
We stood there for a while, a short while
Aboard my ship,
Everything was quite distant
With your eyes laid on my skin
Moving with my gestures
Clothes off
Filling the early empty carpet
Making love under the moonlight
Swinging to the rhythm of the waves
I never thought one could perfectly fit in another
Now I'm sure
My pieces were cut to fit yours
We are a perfect puzzle
YOU ARE READING
Raw Lines
Poetry"....In this flitting moment, I would stop sounding poetic and just spit the raw words I've been coating with the finest leather. But I believe you'd find me even sadder...." So I invite you into this path of thornes and petals. Please, enjoy but d...
