short

an accidental touch
your fingers brushed against
my skin

a hug
so pure and tight
lifted the cloth that hung from the sides
and then
there was a touch as gentle
as the morning breeze

red
was the shape of the color felt inside
cool it wasn’t meant
maybe it was just
in my mindplaying on repeat and repeat and repeat

yet the feel of love lingers it is never lost
just set aside for someone else
no, never to replace
because once loved is always loved

smile
always for me please
dimpled and wide

no longer in love
but lingering on to the idea
of what I had felt before
sometimes I wish I stopped looking at you
but then it reminds me of how I got strong so

no bitter feelings I promise
just truly
unadulterated affection

continue on playing







one more unintended touch

domesticity

the familiarity of you and me
hurts
would it be too much to ask for
recognition

it was not meant to be said
to be said
to be meant
to be

to be read between the lines

for an undercurrent
pidginized slowly against the edges of my soul
this haunting need

your laugh is echoed by the walls
that whisper straight to the left ventricle of my heart
aorta
it pumps life into my body, your occurrence

necessary and frequent
although no longer seeking

this existence of numbness
has no more pain
only happiness

maybe
it was meant to be
in another lifetime

before you could
you would
see it to mean as so much more than this
thirteen

dance

words cannot express what your body can
each step is deliberately felt
(the sun kisses your skin)
each turn is deliberately practiced
(the ocean tides over your smile)

this imaginary love affair
is as spontaneous as the way you move
a dream not forsaken
but a cryptic déjà vu
like a beat that is never really forgotten

the way your fingers close over what’s left of my heart
and pumps it with each beat beat beat
it’s my saving grace

yet at the end of the day
all I really want
is to be close to you
and hear the beating of your heart

and there is no need for fast paced turns
or light movement
just two bodies closely aligned and leaning on
to what’s lacking between them

I don’t care if you’re not the first dance
But just the last

slow dancing
even if we’re out of beat
b
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