close,
so close,
close enough to almost touch
the space between us,
our breath
crackles,
violet electricity settles
prickling my skin,
tracing lightning between my freckles.
Close,
so close.
turning up the corners of my mouth,
lavender expectation
demanding attention
from the hairs at the nape of my neck.
Close,
so close.
The amber scent of you
lingers
in clingfilm repose
that echoes
in mournful sighs that escape
as I wake
to the sunlight
Close,
so close.
Your silhouette disappears
in dawn's quicksilver,
melting the thunder of you.
Close,
so close,
but still just a ghost.
The tingling
in my heart, fizzling out,
is simply my soul
asleep.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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