Laying the heat of my cheek
Against the coolness of your skin
Flushed, fumbling the words I thought I knew
Searching your fingerprints
to see if I can find the end of the maze
Opening my lips to an ocean
Prisoners of the war the rain fights
against the rooftops and the windows
I long for the lazy days
where doors can be kept
unlocked but closed and coated in dust
as I travel the world within your arms
My throat struggles to swallow down
what I didn't want you to know
like how your arms stood as a shield
and a blanket and a bed
and your kisses snuggled somewhere safe
within my heart and never stopped
beating against my chest
Like that word I'm not supposed to think
and definitely not say
it tastes like warm apple cider
But I won't share with you just yet
I'll hold you
and busy my burning hands with dreams
of contented sighs in dusty afternoons
Author notes
It starts with an L
That word
And it's not leapfrog.
Or lily or lint or lackluster,
and most likely not llama.
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beautiful first stanza!! "Laying the heat of my cheek
Against the coolness of your skin
Flushed, fumbling the words I thought I knew
Searching your fingerprints
to see if I can find the end of the maze
Opening my lips to an ocean
"
you have some amazing descriptions in this. I love all of it, though I think the last stanza could use a tiny bit of editing. but truly a great poem that I'm so glad to have read :] -
Very pretty ^^ I enjoyed it.
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it's a bit obcure for me,
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Nice immagery and the nice flow bringing the sentiments of the heart into the forefrnt of the poetic verse..well done...
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I really liked this poem. I can see some places where it can be compressed, but overall, the language is filled with imagery and is vivid, as is the emotion conveyed here.
So often we're afraid to commit--or, if we do say the word, we find that the other person 'just wanted something casual.' This conveys that fear very well.
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