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You're not an object,
And, yet you are,
Like a magnet,
With a strong force of attraction.
Gabrielle 11h
When I’m in the dark
All I want is him,

Blurred silhouette warm to the touch,
Skin to skin in the dim.

When the contours in the corners loom,
Hold me without sight.

In the dark, and nothing else,
We are one shadow, slight.

When the lights come on,
Unfortunate details grow.

Like a **** from a crack,
A blemish in the snow.

In the savage of the day,
The barriers of our skin discrete,

We just can’t make sense,
When light and eyes meet.
This poem is about wanting to be with someone who isn't right for you.
If I  had a box of wishes
Of dreams and secrets
I’d stow it away, safe.
For keepsakes.
Stretch the seconds endlessly
Those that held you and me.
Extending time to infinity.
I would stash the words
That you made true.
The box of wishes,
Would have the whispers,
The touches, glances
Kisses you stole,
Your all-consuming love
Took me myself as a whole.
Moments that we owned.
Locked in a space.
Little did I know.
The box of wishes
Perforates time.
It reeks of nothing.
And leaves behind
painful memories.
What I admire the most in you,
What I celebrate utmost about you,
Is your embodiment of freedom.
callous
bruised
I held you
beheld you
with cruelty
with abandon
you
could have been cinders
cellophane
the patina of my absent mind
you
could have been a yesterday
forgotten
one of many
one, yet uncounted
one, lost in a crowd
me,
uncaring, and unbowed
heartless - ignorant

not today

today I saw you
through the window of my heart
vignetted
alone
as I always knew you
alone
without me

then

it occurred to me,
for the first time,
you were without me
and I
was without you
alone
we were alone
and I
yearned to solve your loneliness
your solitude
abrade the fixtures of isolation with warmth
wear down the gloom of silence
with laughter
praise of you
hold you
close,
as if holding myself
loving myself
through you
by you,
loving me
I love you deeper
softer
sweeter
into the cradle
of our love
where we are born
in bliss
fighting the cold
of our darkening world
while the light dies
our hearts burn ablaze
seeking the truth
the higher power that united us
God, who would wed us,
love,
that can save us,
if only we tried,
if only

yet,
for tonight,
I watch you
through the window
in my heart

I shed tears
wishing I were with you
but I will settle
for our dream...
As always
enjoy,


DEW
Bea Rae 4d
I do not need you to save me,
But I do need you to hold me while I rest.
Is it a crime,
At any time,
To steal your smile,
With my kisses,
To make you mine,
And, forever my missus.
Her 5d
i have hated physical touch
since the age of seven
when the trajectory of my life
would change forever

vulnerable
soft
physical touch

would put a feeling in my stomach
that was pure nausea
the vulnerability aspect
would cause a panic within me

until you

i crave your touch
i crave your hands rubbing my back
i crave your heart beating to the same rhythm of mine
i crave your warm South African tan on my body

i have not felt so safe with someone

until you

thank you
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