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If it were only appropriate to speak
of a single touch, of what it means,
of what it feels.
Our forearms graze and so I hold very still,
I never want to lose a second of
you against me.
My entire being shivers along the
shores of your skin
and all of my nerve endings are electrified
when I imagine our relationship evolving into
lilac limbs, freshly kissed lips, and
lieing next to you on rainforest floors.
We create a completely nuclear reaction,
a mixture of fusion, friction, and fascination.
So believe me when I say, oh boy I love you,
I really do,
yes, I want you so,
so close,
closer than tires upon pavement,
and like a car you turn into me,
and like a car you take me places,
you even take my daydreams to extraordinary realms
where I wake in the midst of the woods,
the air is slick and crisp
and I can feel your muddy, autumn hands
dancing along my flaking, fir tree flesh,
the dirt runs damp between our toes
and we become nothing but creatures of the forest;
living off each other's love,
the warmth of the sun,
and the fresh taste of maple syrup;
sweet and sticky
and never truly lost.
of a single touch, of what it means,
of what it feels.
Our forearms graze and so I hold very still,
I never want to lose a second of
you against me.
My entire being shivers along the
shores of your skin
and all of my nerve endings are electrified
when I imagine our relationship evolving into
lilac limbs, freshly kissed lips, and
lieing next to you on rainforest floors.
We create a completely nuclear reaction,
a mixture of fusion, friction, and fascination.
So believe me when I say, oh boy I love you,
I really do,
yes, I want you so,
so close,
closer than tires upon pavement,
and like a car you turn into me,
and like a car you take me places,
you even take my daydreams to extraordinary realms
where I wake in the midst of the woods,
the air is slick and crisp
and I can feel your muddy, autumn hands
dancing along my flaking, fir tree flesh,
the dirt runs damp between our toes
and we become nothing but creatures of the forest;
living off each other's love,
the warmth of the sun,
and the fresh taste of maple syrup;
sweet and sticky
and never truly lost.
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Daydream
this ephemeral feeling,
afloat and free,
this hope and faith,
this vision of me.
i see and therefore i feel
how good life was (no matter what),
how good life will always be.
remembering enlivens this feeling,
turning fleeting instances into
perpetuating moments in time.
how life saves.
how love saves.
how God saves.
how we, too, save ourselves.
taking care of oneself
can be the first great achievement
in one's ripple of successes,
of taking care of others,
of making a difference in one's life,
and making a difference in life.
little hopeful steps towards the future
give us confidence,
and jumpstart our way
to our journey
of making reveri
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oh dear
side note: i didn't realize how um, sensual? this poem is until I posted it and re-read it
side note: i didn't realize how um, sensual? this poem is until I posted it and re-read it
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I like the sensuality. It's too poetic to be sexual, and I can't help but relate to the metaphors you chose, the nuclear reaction and the fir trees, because those are oddly personal to me.