Wednesday, 25 July 2018

A poem of two pens.

Listening to his intoxicating laugh through his chest consuming the room
Feeling like I am melting into an oasis with no escape.
Every turn being more and more indulging with no way out.
The pink Himalayan salt light is all we see if not each other and the darknenss
It's carnal and intuitive
It's all I want and nothing more
I can pretend it's love and cry
Then once I'm crying I'm not pretending
And it's all I want, it's the green eyed monster. He wants something that I'm not able to gasp.
I'll show off to his friends because that's who I am and for once, I don't want anyone else, I can dance with him. His body his hair his fingers all night. But what I don't know he doesn't want this. He just wants a connection that's electric and a gaze that can not be broken.
As long as his smell is there I'm good, it paralyses me, having my heart in my throat. That's how I know I don't want any one else.
Now I'm content. Now I'm a peace. I know what I want.

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