He waited for her to undress
The silence in the corridors.
His arms, loosely held around her waist
Cannot seem to hold her up
Long enough before she crashes, crying.
Like a meteorite looking for a place to settle down
After wandering space for God knows how long.
His hands, slick with balmy sweat,
Hesitated to coax her voice back
Into the hallways to his ears.
His eyes wander back from her eyes
To her tightly sealed lips,
Not just because she kissed him with wide eyes
But her lips were keyholes to lost keys.
Only on those occasional good days,
She closed her eyes and invited him in.
He promised to always wait for her to peel away the misery,
The veil of quiet ugly thoughts, a cloak of messy teardrop-stained ironies,
So that one day her lips opened to the sound of his touch,
And not just to make love
That was never love in the first place.
She never did undress the silence,
And he never did stop waiting.
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a little about love
Poetry"When he smiles, does it feel like your cheeks seem to have a mind of their own?" This is a personal collection of short poems about love and its up's and down's. Enjoy different perspectives of falling in love, including honest narrations from a c...
