sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 25 of 30

on April 26, 2013

Lean in, lean closer and let the warmth of your skin radiate to mine so that the air between us is mingled life and desire.
Do you sense it, too? The way the brush of your fingers over mine when we stand too close
sets my heart racing and my mind soaring
and it seems that time slows to this moment
where nothing around me means anything anymore –
because it’s not of you.
It seems so simple to press in, there, a little nearer to you
and I see the way the light catches your eyes
those irises coloured so uniquely
like cold skies over an icy wasteland
and your heart is like a wild storm
and I would throw my arms out to catch the rain and lightning
Not caring if I lived or died –
Just wanting, needing to feel your strength around me
The urgency of your touch
and the way time and place no longer matters as long as you’re here.

Step back, breathe the chill night air and the warmth dissipates away.
I wonder if you know what it’s done to me to stand so near.
Please don’t go.

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