I would adore

I would adore it if someone were to romance me with inked words rather than using empty verbs in eloquent speech .

I would adore an earnest, sincere, poem. Or just something so unabashedly from the heart.

Something that sets them apart in a way that showcases their eccentricity a la carte of their soul - if my Love would wish to bare.

But maybe that's too much to hope for- or do I dare?

Smooth Away

Some days I look at you 

and all I wish to do is smooth

down that wrinkle atop your

forehead.  

Other days I wish to kiss away 

those two lines that appear beside your lips

when you frown.

Everyday I hope to see your eyes 

crinkle in joy.

Warm

Warm.

Our chests are inches away

and the first thing that comes

to mind is how warm you are.

For a moment I wonder whether 

or not I should be sitting in your lap 

or merely snuggling myself into you.

I do neither.

I sit up, place a knee besides both sides of you, lean

myself against you, weave my fingers through your hair

and kiss your forehead.

Yes. Warm indeed.

Drunken prose

Drunk and I don’t wanna get sober 

The reluctance to sit down and to keep a never ending sway 

is taking over.

Am I just use to you?

Am I in love with you or am I just use to you?

I heard that in a song  once while I handed you

your cup of coffee in the morning- just the way you like it.

I took a moment to think about 

it but it didn`t take long.  

I then took to observing your messy morning hair, your puffy sleepy

eyes, and your lazy morning gait.

Nothing new- nothing particularly vibrant or eye catching about the sight

of your sleepy self.

Just you.

But somehow it`s always enough for me to want kiss you awake 

in ways a cup of coffee can`t wake you.

That`s good enough.

Too exhausted

You were leaning against your jetta in front of my building and 

I was so close to running and literally tackling you in a hug.

You looked dapper.

But I was too exhausted

I could feel the excitement in my chest and I was so close 

to beaming but I settled for a small smile.

I was too exhausted.

I wanted to hug you the way we used

to when I was in highschool.

In that cheesey way of running to each other and

me jumping so you can spin me.

Yeah. We used to do that.

But none of that happened, I was too exhausted.

First time intiating

In my minds eye I am forthright and I pull him 

to me with every intention of doing what I want to do.

But as I stand before him, my fingers meekly curl around 

the strings from his hoodie and I softly tug.

My cheeks warm and he leans down.

Now

Bold lithe fingers.

Impatient nimble hands.

Finger nails digging- only touches command

Perturbed

Frightened-

absolutely frickin' frightened.

That's how I felt the moment I realized 

that I wanted to kiss someone other than you.

I didn't think there would be someone other than you.

What bothered me most was that the basest

of that momentary want wasn't just physical 

attraction. 

Fuck, am I just vulnerable?

I've known vulnerability- but this kind specifically, is scaring me.

I know it's too soon for this, almost four weeks. But that fact doesn't change anything.

Is it his kindness?

Is it his thoughtfulness?

Is it his humor?

Damn it, what's wrong with me?

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I can't trust myself.