Thursday, May 12, 2016
So Close
so close.
to touch,
within reach.
but here,
i keep my hands
to myself.
want.
stretching upward
arms wide
reach outward,
hands grasp
out..
the desire to touch
your mouth.
your face, so close..
admiring
the bend of your arm,
the curve of a thigh,
your knee,
calves tight..
or the foot
and its ankle,
(its perfect companion..)
all within reach
but so far,
the blood
flows
only through me,
to all points beyond,
my nerves awake,
and heat
to my face.
i keep my hands
to myself.
so close.
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bad poetry
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