i can feel the goosebumps climbing my skin
with each and every touch of a
man who is not here;
a man who is never there.
and maybe that should be a good thing because the man i dream of
is no man to love; no man
to worship.
the silhouette of his body is all i ever see as he walks out of the door of my heart,
happy and content with his hands full of love,
and into the hallway of yours.
and i laugh to myself
knowing i had been foolish yet again.
but more so because i know he is going to come back to me,
and i am going to leave the door unlocked.
r.k.
ČTEŠ
Meathead Monologue
PoezieI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
