I feel seen by your eyes; this frightens me
A bead of sweat drips down your face. I stare, enthralled. I find myself contemplating its flavor.
Your mouth has got me shook. I cant. Stop. Staring.
I peek inside your mind and find it lined with shelves, littered with papers and books, some left open and forgotten. I imagine you skim through them from time to time. But only when necessary
I want to be there when you get out of the shower to smooth your skin with shea butter while your body is still steaming, and hot, and wet
Sometimes, I imagine you’re stretched out beside me. We lay on cool green grass below a tall sprawling tree, sheltered from the blazing sun
you know how when you’re reading and you realize your mind has wandered? Well, my mind wanders to you
I fantasize about loving you. For this, I blame you and I blame Audre. In no particular order.
If I’m right, you think of me slightly less than I think of you, this both draws me back and drives me forward
List for me the following:
your favorite book
your favorite poem
your favorite song
I want to search for you in their words
The next time we are alone, I will not tell you how I feel
I write around you, not about you. I tell myself skimming over you is easier than diving in.