How do I know?
I just know,
It will be in the way she holds me
Like I rescued her,
Though I'm no hero.
Her grip will entice me,
Our chested pressed together,
And the friction of our jeans
Will be enough to halt my heart.
There might be rain on our clothes,
Or cigarettes on our breath,
Maybe our cheecks will brush.
I don't know how it will happen,
I just know,
It will be in the way she holds me.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
