Your hand cuffing the side of my face
I look up and get lost in the warmth of your eyes
To feel your gaze all the way into the deepest depths of my soul
Somehow thrills and calms me all at the same time
When you look at me
All of my thoughts go silent
Shivers run down my spine
Everything else disappears and the only thing that exists in the moment is us
Your touch leaves a lingering warmth that I've never felt before
I wouldn't ever be brave enough to say it to you
But my heart falls a bit when I can't feel you
When you're there, close enough for me to touch
I feel that I cannot touch you without your permission
Scared that you will fear what others will think
The moment you do
My heart fills with joy
The warmth is there again
I long for those moments
Your touch, your gaze
My hearts eternal bliss
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskara day ago in Feast
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Awww, this was absolutely so lovely! Loved your poem!