So many times I have wished your eyes were before me, to communicate words, to feel passion, spoken words, of no concern.
Long gazes, the warmth of your skin upon mine...
The scent of you upon my shoulder from a quick embrace,
And how silly I feel to desire never to wash this shirt?
Oh, what you have done,
My insides ride on an escalator of elation and confusion...
Longing for you to be near, never to leave my vision, you, in my veins.
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I LOVE the title of this poem. I kept thinking about throughout the day yesterday. Something about those words together is just great. And they're such a good way to describe how emotions change. Don't stop a-rockin, Deidernater!
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