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Rush

A poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Rush
Photo by Nastia Petruk on Unsplash

You’re a quiet infection, a slow-motion spark

A heavy vibration that hits in the dark

I feel you arriving like a change in the air

I look in the mirror and you’re standing there

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It’s a physical pull, a magnetic desire

You’re taking the wheel and you’re cutting the wire

One look and I’m frantic, one look and I’m blind

Leaving the rest of the world far behind

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I can feel your rhythm moving under my skin

The moment you breathe out, I’m breathing you in

It’s a magical pull, a hypnotic desire

A slow, heavy heat setting us both on fire

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One touch and the room starts to beautifully tilt

Melting away every wall that I built

We’re crossing the border, we’re crossing the line

I'm losing my edge as our pulses align

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You’re the beat of my heart, a warm ruby rush

The whole universe disappears when we touch

I’m paralyzed, frozen, completely undone

Two separate bodies becoming just one

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You're within me, I feel my pulse start to rise.

I see myself coming alive in your eyes.

Flow through my blood, become my next breath

Consume every piece till there's nothing left

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Kiss me, and push your way right into my chest

I want the chaos, Baby, I love the mess

Touch me, and flood right into my veins

You're the only relief, you're the sweetest of pains

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You’re running through my bloodstream, heavy and slow

Taking over places that I didn't know

A total surrender, a beautiful crash

So hold me together, or burn me to ash

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love poems

About the Creator

Sara Wilson

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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    Written by Sara Wilson