Saturday, March 23, 2013

Spaces.


There are too many spaces between us,
(Fingers, hands as they swing, knees that collide),
I want to fill them with hands that shake and arms that hold,
But I’m scared of breaking this stillness.
I feel his eyes watching me and I wonder if it could ever just be simple,
(Up against a wall, hands on waists, wanting more),
Or if the agony I hold inside me will suffocate us both.
If I spend a great deal of my time wishing for death,
Is it worth being with someone who makes me feel so alive?