Of longing

by Saerelune   Nov 10, 2014


I want the world to consist less
of headaches, of less collars that suffocate
and deny a lover's kiss on the neck.

I want the world to shrink
just a little bit, so I can feel
his fingertips, hover like airplanes
across my belly, and it's ironic
because my chest has always been
the runway no plane would ever land on,

but he's never been one to follow the crowd, anyway.

I sometimes think of him as a bad idea,
but my mind's been raising too many flags
and I'm tired of slamming against my own walls.

Writing about him is as hard
as figuring out the future,
so I'll just keep dreaming,
I keep dreaming he's with me.

10-11-2014
5:54 PM

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  • 8 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    The title of this powerful poem really does fit perfectly to the tone and content inside. This poem screams of longing for that lover back, to feel his touch again, to feel connected to him - even if it is by a trace of his fingertips. Such a sad write, an emotional story, yet I feel it is well portrayed through the authors wording. Longing is felt from the start of the poem, and long after the reader has finished reading. Touching poem.

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