Just currious to see where I can go with this
I want to kiss you.
I want to kiss you. I want my shaky hands to grip your flushed cheeks, to feel your button nose against mine, and to run my hands through your hair like beach sand. To see your wild eyes peer into mine, because in you I feel seen. In your eyes I'm no longer a sector of a former self, but something naked and new.
Standing on the sholes of the lake, I stand in stunned awe at a creature. A being carved from the very marble of David; marble skin drawn by Rembrandt, and in your soft brown eyes I see something bewildering and beautiful, to get lost in the empyrean itself. You stand apart from the emerald greens and clouded skies, statuesque and imperious in your gaze, like a sculpture from antiquity.
I heard an old quote That time is a flat circle Here I am again
Blood boiling and heart adrift, longing am I to feel that loathsome touch again. My pain is known by poets and scholars of the ages, nothing new can be learned, only a re-telling of a suffering as old as man and woman themselves. I can scarcely breath at the thought of you, my chest a rolling heart attack that consumes my being each waking night. Yet I beg to be comforted only by you. A toxicity familiar to us both, and a nature as vicious, made of tooth, spit, and tongue.