Intimacy Poems
After
by Sarah K
the room was still
my body wasn’t
it kept remembering
long after you left
and i stayed
with the pieces.
Skittish
by Oliver Nalder
Something dreadful comes my way,
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
Or is it even?
Am I just bracing myself forever?
Would you let me come home,
If you had keys to heaven's gate?
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
......
Wet with Rain (Lustre of the Storm)
by Arvin Dassad
A fresh breath gusts—
Through emerald-grey skies,
Cool on flushed skin,
A moan caught in the pines.
Light pierces thick clouds
Like want through restraint,
Veins of lightning stroking the dark,
Slow, then sudden.
......
My lover's lips
by Lillian France
Your lips, oh your lips
Your warm soft kiss takes something from me
Cove of a river rushing fast then gently
My body is consumed by the water
Oh, water that gives life
Your taste sustains me
......
Do not push; parts 1-3
by Betty May Vision
1.
A red button isn’t to be pushed,
and I knew it the first time our eyes met.
I can’t not…..
We talked so effortlessly, instantly familiar.
Like remembering.
I nonchalantly sent you that weather forecast for the northern lights, just to have an excuse to text you.
When I get home I lay still staring into the ceiling, you roll around my mind uninvited.
A solitary ping pong ball in a storm.
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After
by Sarah K
the room was still
my body wasn’t
it kept remembering
long after you left
and i stayed
with the pieces.
Wet with Rain (Lustre of the Storm)
by Arvin Dassad
A fresh breath gusts—
Through emerald-grey skies,
Cool on flushed skin,
A moan caught in the pines.
Light pierces thick clouds
Like want through restraint,
Veins of lightning stroking the dark,
Slow, then sudden.
......
De avonden met jou
by Mario Odekerken
De avonden met jou zijn zacht,
als wolken die de dag bewaken,
fluisterend in schemerlicht,
waar woorden nauwelijks nodig raken.
Een blik,een lach,een warme thee,
je hand die even de mijne vindt,
de wereld buiten valt stil en mee,
alsof de tijd zichzelf bemint.
......
Loved as you Love
by wilted tulip
the want to feel
the need to feel
blossomed eyes growing into your soul
a familiar hand brush your face
rumbling tunes of a heartbeat beside you
sweet saliva drying on your lips
echos of footsteps down the hall
soft warm skin pressing close
glowing embers from a voice
the want to feel
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Tender mornings, bold afternoons
by Jen Wright
I need you,
She whispers. She smiles.
I need you,
But don’t you take it for weakness!
I need you because I choose to need you now!
I’m here, he says. Right by your side.
Your strong iridescent unquenchable light,
how could I see it any less but a precious delight?
In which I am basking and ready to die!
Don’t do that! she pleads.
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