our faces haze and blur under the sun,
fumbling into one another
like the echo of a photograph
that didn't snap quickly enough
and instead hung on
to the frames of what already happened,
what already lived and died
inside both of us.
there is a comfort in your aroma
and muscle,
the way you place your hands
against my breasts
when the room is quiet and full-
or maybe empty-
of something i can't describe.
your hands work a simple rhythm
down my spine,
rising in melody, your tongue
flickers against mine like
the strum of a guitar
in the night.
your touch opens my ears
to the sounds i missed
when i was trying so hard
to hear as expected,
instead of mourning doves
or the ocean that rises inside me
when i sleep,
and maybe someday i'll hear god
talking about the wind whipping
in the brambles of plants
i haven't seen yet
or why i'm trapped in this skin
living and dying a thousand times
with only you to reach inside me
and whisper songs more beautiful
than ears could understand.
Author notes
for him, i love you.
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"and maybe someday i'll hear god
talking about the wind whipping
in the brambles of plants
i haven't seen yet
or why i'm trapped in this skin
living and dying a thousand times
with only you to reach inside me
and whisper songs more beautiful
than ears could understand."
that... and this whole poem in general... just beautiful.
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i'm bookmarking this.
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This is amazing. Truly beautiful. The ending was something I could read a thousand and one times, and never tire of.
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probably my favorite one so far. very passionate, intense stuff. love it.
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I love you too baby :')
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