It’s almost tension
After a fashion,
But, it makes me crumble a little
Just to walk into the room
And see you,
Testing me and
how strong you make me
Wishing this moment would
Last forever
And tomorrow, we will return
To ourselves
But tonight
My hands
My mouth are glacial warm whispers
And here, where I spill white ribbons,
Fighting back tears sometimes,
You inspire a
Divine animal idiocy
The way I look at you,
If it almost seems violent
No, it is worship,
Bare skin conversations
With your eyes and your sighs
Rising like smoke in the air,
It breaks me long before
It would ever break you.
My book Until She Sings is out now.
Ebook:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR
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