these days
the only thing
getting me through each
gut-punch of a moment each
tumble through panic each
breath each
beat
is
the thought of
your arms slung around me
hands tangled in your hair
hips pressed together
lips pressed together
together
finally
after every tense dance
every borrowed brush
every lingered gaze
every haze of laughter
every single moment that you remained so firmly out of reach
I will reach you this time
even if it's just for one moment
even if it's just for one
singular
moment
I am finished with the endless wait.
I am ready for you.
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YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
