I think I
like this distance,
This parting that,
lets me long.
Long for your fingers in the wealth of my tresses.
Seek, in dawns;
Hunt, in nights -
The gentle graze of your lips
While I drift deeper into dreams.
It helps me tell
The fractions where I am complete
From those, where I have expanded, and made room.
Room - for your at-peace voice,
your arms that wrap me with comfort,
your still-in-search-of-something eyes.
[This isn't a madness.
I may have grown over that part of myself.
This abstraction -
is deeper,
akin to an ache,
but less so.]
You are
An un-needy absence,
an un-devouring desire.
August 4th, 2013.
like this distance,
This parting that,
lets me long.
Long for your fingers in the wealth of my tresses.
Seek, in dawns;
Hunt, in nights -
The gentle graze of your lips
While I drift deeper into dreams.
It helps me tell
The fractions where I am complete
From those, where I have expanded, and made room.
Room - for your at-peace voice,
your arms that wrap me with comfort,
your still-in-search-of-something eyes.
[This isn't a madness.
I may have grown over that part of myself.
This abstraction -
is deeper,
akin to an ache,
but less so.]
You are
An un-needy absence,
an un-devouring desire.
August 4th, 2013.
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