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i wish i could love you like i'm supposed to.
soft, slow, painful
quick, passionate, warm
o i long to be in your arms,
and i was. i am.
cold, even still.
for this to be real-
for you to be mine. truly.
the headrush when you hold me close
your breath in my mouth
my breath.
if you talk i will listen forever
give me nothing and i will turn it to gold
for the beauty laid out before me
is not given to me.
breath in my ear
so that i may hear your thoughts.
read aloud, touch my thighs, hold my pencil,
my hands above my head, come to me,
become me.
us.
thats what we are. us.
i wish we were more.
me.
if we were one
i would never hurt myself again.
a temple, my shrine,
perfect in essence.
become me,
my precious false idol.
us.
About the Creator
Ziggy Rey
three eyes open.


Comments (1)
So many feelings are in this poem, I love it! keep it up!