longing: pt.2
i have begun noticing the way light behaves
when it reaches the idea of you
how it softens like it has learned a better language for beauty.
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your name drifts through ordinary hours,
turning them tidal and strange.
even silence leans toward you,
gravity chosing a face.
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you grabbed my neck 3 days ago.
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not hard enough to hurt.
the perfect amount of p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶u̶r̶e̶ pressure.
i think you know that. were you testing me?
you unravel me enough already. anything more feels almost cruel.
*
i am the dog at the edge of the table,
trained not to beg.
still i lift my head at your hands' every movement
hoping it might be meant for me
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i could not control how my eyes reacted to you
filling with something sinful and forbidden
when you let go i said "again" as a joke
but i think we both know i meant it.
maybe i think too many things.
*
since then the air remembers your hands.
my thoughts keep replaying that second:
a door left half-open
in a house that never sleeps.
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last night i made a playlist for you,
your middle name hidden in the title.
a secret only the brave would notice;
my small flag planted in longing.
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now i listen to it on repeat—
imagining your light eyes turned dark fixed upon me,
your voice lowered close against my ear,
the careful way your hands might discover my skin.
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and it aches in the quiet after each song
because you are a door I cannot open,
a beautiful distance i can't quite catch up to
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the steps around my longing grow heavier
no longer tiptoes,
but my heels do not yet touch the ground.
soon i may stride across the pavement.
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I like this, I’m wondering why the poet chose to keep the pleasure thing crossed out when he says he wanted it again right after?
I would suggest letting the metaphor speak for itself so it lands harder!
Again I did like this poem. No hate.
This was such beautiful writing to say the least!