Wanting in a reflection
- Sept. 8, 2020, 8:48 p.m.
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- Public
in the darkness i can
hear taste feel you
breathing
your fingertips
in figure eights
dancing over my
skin
and when you want to
hear me louder
you’ll dig those
perfectly manicured
fingernails
in
i may catch my breath
and still be left to my
own accord
bereft
slow to
move
out of breath
and
wanting
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woman in the moon ⋅ September 08, 2020
night stretches longer
moon travels east to west
I'm still alone
if there was you
here or me there
it would be different
words, touches,
faint promises
kept or unkept
it would not matter
because now is only now
future, past mean nothing