I bend my body
to tilt my head
just so
so I can breathe in bits
of your breath
I get scared
sometimes
a deer in headlights
and will run, not walk,
in another direction
Your long, soft gaze
followed my form
onto the haze of the dance floor
spinning away from infinity
I felt your stare
from 20 feet away
I would rather dance
with the non-embrace
that lives in the distance
between your eyes
and my body
than with anyone
else
I know how to rattle around
in my own moaning brain
finding ways
to grow, slow, baby steps
so long
they last weeks drawn out to months spread out
to years
and now
the whisper songs inside
my silence
have a sound
that sings
a rhyme quite like
like
your name
the touch of you
lingers
like the cool kiss
of snow-like-fur tingles on the back
of my fingers
Your smell surrounds me
filling my pores and curving
around my jaw, my neck,
a scent so new
like an invisible embrace
that tickles my swollen lips
the way a dorky porn mustache might
It works
even when pictures
don't do it justice
and for the first time
in who knows how long
it's giggles
not tears
that echo
in my halls.
to tilt my head
just so
so I can breathe in bits
of your breath
I get scared
sometimes
a deer in headlights
and will run, not walk,
in another direction
Your long, soft gaze
followed my form
onto the haze of the dance floor
spinning away from infinity
I felt your stare
from 20 feet away
I would rather dance
with the non-embrace
that lives in the distance
between your eyes
and my body
than with anyone
else
I know how to rattle around
in my own moaning brain
finding ways
to grow, slow, baby steps
so long
they last weeks drawn out to months spread out
to years
and now
the whisper songs inside
my silence
have a sound
that sings
a rhyme quite like
like
your name
the touch of you
lingers
like the cool kiss
of snow-like-fur tingles on the back
of my fingers
Your smell surrounds me
filling my pores and curving
around my jaw, my neck,
a scent so new
like an invisible embrace
that tickles my swollen lips
the way a dorky porn mustache might
It works
even when pictures
don't do it justice
and for the first time
in who knows how long
it's giggles
not tears
that echo
in my halls.
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