Just Wishful Thinking
I debated with me today
riddling with the possibility
of what I might
feel for you
it dried up all my ink
and ate my paper
and I thought If I could
write it down
then I would not
feel no more of it
that was
just wishful thinking
each smile
ripples through my heart
and that asking look
you give
ices the air
and makes it reach
the bottom of my lungs
cold like knife blades
and it cuts me down, deep
until I cant breath anymore
and it gets worse
because I know
there is no remedy for you
but just you
your touch,
the brush of your breath
against the deep roots of
my neck
nothing holding me onto you
but my nails
except they aren't hard enough
so help them Lord
they will mesh and bend backwards
at the feel of your warm skin
every bit of me refuses
to see what my heat does
and from here
I can hear yours beating
in sync with mine
so loud
their rhythm closes the distance
between us
and makes the glass walls
we are trapped in glow
so bad it hurts the eyes
and it draws me to my knees
You hovering with such possession
that makes me wish
you could just see to it
that I quiver the night away
bite heaven a little
roll over on a bed of soft
rose petals and
smile with the sun
but then again, its still
just wishful thinking
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