#325
Oh the familiar delirium,
whispers of dreams harmonizing
with the hiss of a phone receiver,
a voice resting on a pillow where a head should be
exhausting coupling with enchantment
the sweetest longing, for conversation, care,
mornings over, extended bills or taxing tired
hangovers, the curse of distance,
and bless of connection.
#326
Its not just the air in the room that feels heavy,
it feels dense, and crackling, as if an
electric current is live and sparking around us and
within your eyes, the conversation is deep,
yet riddled with subtext and questions,
am i too close? What was that laugh?
What was that glancing touch? Moments with you
feel more alive than life itself.
#327
Used to be the darkness
was terrifying.
Filled with murmuring monsters,
demons, and biters.
Now, laying in the dark
beside you couldn’t be more thrilling,
filled with your whispers, yours hands,
your bites.
#328
You stood there warmer
then the gentle drops
from the spout above,
swift through the steam
we found and held each other
the tenderness of the shower scene
gratitude in invitations
young lovers, interrupted by
the painful look of realization,
that this beautiful thing is
but a temporary moment,
our lives, like paths, are forked
and we’re forced ever on. But not
before we hold here. Tight. Together.
#329
There’s only so many left,
these phone calls, the inane
coordination, and i know i’ll miss them,
miss the irritation, the prying,
i wish i could convey my intention,
that i’m trying not to miss your motivations
trying not to misunderstand,
that the persistence, the things that
frustrate me, the trampling of boundaries,
is because you also know that theres
not as much time left as we would like,
and that you’re trying your best,
and that you love me,
that you love me in a way that you wish
i could conceive, in such a high volume,
that you’d never expect me, or anyone else
for that matter, to love you in return.
But let me assure you, that i do. Our love is
equal, and expanding, that you’re loved even
in our miss communications, and that i’ll miss
you, and continue to love you forever and ever,
and for always after.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write