Poems from The Bond
My head aches with the liquids of last night.
It is Saturday night and I am in my Tuesday afternoon clothes,
My fingernails are caked...
What if I told you
That when I think you about my skin lifts from my bones and my brain turns into mush?
What if I told you
That when...
I can't seem to understand why we aren't connecting.
Your taste still lingers in my mouth.
I still smell you, but on strangers in close...
Loving you is urgent.
Hot temperatures everyday. Yet, your cold disinterest stings
I want to touch your lips with mine and mine
and touch...
I am a jagged egde of wonder.
Curious. Open. Receiving.
Tangled within my hair are questions and tasks and opportunities and projects...