You—you live,
For what I want.
Your breath,
Sends shivers
Blowing past my ear.
The outline
Of your silhouette,
Curving
Making my mind twist
Until I surface
Legs Knotted
Crickets chirping
Calling out
In some rhythmic form.
Making the blood pump
Waiting for you—you
Give me
what I want.
The oblivion
Of where I exist
Lends no favor
To the lust
I contain
For the contour
Of the person
I once imagined you to be.
Time has ticked
To a freckle.
Frozen in
Your shoreline,
My original
Allure.
Deep enough to contain
Your prey,
But too shallow
To dive in.
Preoccupied
In my thoughts,
Invisible touches,
A love so kind.
My arms drop to my sides,
Eyes no longer of use
In the warmth
Of each sun drop.
A thousand strands of hair
Brush the crest
Of my back.
Your movements
Make wanting more of you,
On the tip of my tongue.
Our lives intersecting,
But for one heartbeat.
Is that enough
To steer our souls
in the same direction?
Drawing
Your Puzzle Pieces
Exactly
Where I want them to be.
Is this you—you
I want,
Or the image
I’ve sketched to perfection
In my minds eye?
Our paths continue on,
Sweeping past each other.
You—you live,
For what I want.
Lovely! I completely agree with the gist of the poem that we sometimes end up falling for the self-created image of someone than who they really are. 😅
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