June 2018
I'm so, so, so in love with the thought of you.
Your warm, sun-kissed skin, your easy smile, your soft, tender hair, your calloused hands that are so, so graceful and caring.
Your lips brushing against my hair, your fingers tracing little nothings into my palms and knuckles, your endless eyes the color of the night sky and more.
You make my heart ache in the best way possible.
The way your voice seeps through my bones, and how it cracks at the ends and curls up like the sparks in a fire, the way your body moves, all taut muscle and aesthetic lines like a dancer's, the way you hold me in your arms and bring waves of longing crashing into me.
My heart continues to bloom for you.
I don't think it'll ever stop.
YOU ARE READING
The Unfinished
Poetry"Justice to my words." The unsaid thoughts that bloom feverishly. An ongoing journey of one person's love and her reflections as time passes.
