The "almost kissing" scene in Tabula Rasa inspired me in part for this poem. I'm a beginner so tell me if I suck..just please give me some proper reasons, OK?
Close
Your breath is tickling my neck
and your body, laying on mine
soothing me with its weight.
Your eyes are so stormy and green. And mine.
And you look at me like
it is the first time.
I brush away the hair,
curling on your forehead
like a curtain of silk.
Right then, I knew I couldn't be without you
and that I'd worship you forever.
No thinking, no speaking
just this feeling of safety,
of being at home when in your arms.
Your lips move, they smile.
Green looks at me with such joy.And fear.
Why fear?
And we just lay there and it's enough.
We both know that we
have all the time this world gives us.
Just close. So close.
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The shade of your voice (it's a working title, I'm searching for a better one)
The shade of your voice
when we just made love
is beyond words for me.
Held and reflected by you.
The shade of your voice
after hours of laughter.
I fall in love, over and over again
every night, every day, always.
Words that once said it all.
The shade of your voice before danger arrives.
So honest, brave and scared.
Who will protect you now?
And me.
It's losing it's beauty, this world
if I can't share it with you.
At the end, you didn't even have words.
Your eyes cursed me, still, loved me.
Every morning after dawn
and shortly before sunset
I miss you most.
Silence surrounds me.
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Endnote: Baroque binary forms inspired me immensely.
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Set somewhere in Season Four. And again, looking for a better title.
Trust
You make a
quick touch of hands,
a brief brush on my forearm
so much more important
so much more real
than two bodies
pounding against each other in sweat.
I never knew
I could look forward to your
smile a whole day.
Daydreaming about this little angle
on your upper lip
that makes me shiver.
We can talk and our souls are touching,
more that anything else,
we have time.
It’s too early.
We can’t admit, not yet,
first to ourselves.
Still, I know where to surrender,
the sweetest of defeats.
My home is wherever your head rests,
my heart will stay with you,
no matter where you turn.
Will you ever know?
I feel you, I always will.
It’s trust. It’s eternal.
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Paralyzed
Webs by red spiders of pain,
spun inescapable
threaten to suffocate me casually
Long hairy legs of fear
all over my skin, sucking me out
three miles above the ground
Soaked feelers rejoice over
making me cry soundlessly
savoring the sweetness of my panic.
While you stand outside, waiting?,
I hear a pencil scratching paper
a big field of sunflowers
When I'm pleading for you help, inwardly
she's standing there, considering to pretend
Her lips tense
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