deeper than words

wishing for feelings
that we aren’t willing
to put forth.
claiming unhappiness,
omitting our actions.
believing in tales
as if perfection existed,
forgetting the love required.
—
insatiable with your needs,
restrained with what you give.
hindsight providing
a clear perspective,
your uncertainty
will always
leave you wishing.
in the end,
it’s not all about you.

in a world filled with insanity
to be loved
for who you truly are,
filling voids
you didn’t know existed.

the power of desire,
teasingly tugging me along
as fear tames me back.
certainty in what you
believe to be true,
fueling the irrational.

I find myself
just waiting for you
to let me in,
no meaningless words.
empty promises,
will no longer suffice.

—
your unspoken desires,
not much different from mine.

a sunlit morning,
birds chirped playfully
as they hid within the trees.
she met me at the door,
a small robe covered just enough
of her soft skin.
I kissed her,
subsiding my desire
to pick her up
and forgo the foreplay.
as she led the way,
I couldn’t help but to let
my eyes and hands wonder
as they traced the outline of her curves,
simply foreshowing what was to come.
we found our way to the couch,
sitting within reach of one another,
but not close enough to let
temptations prematurely take their course.
summer was just around the corner,
as we made small talk,
the steam of her green tea
lingered in the air mixing
with the gentle breeze.
our eyes locked in,
boundaries faded
as quickly as her robe did.
her body drove me wild,
as I explored every inch
first with my hands and then my mouth.
a moment of pause,
allowed our naked bodies to sync
as she whispered all the right words.
—
from the couch
to the bed
untethered pleasure,
all thanks to her lips.

patience no virtue
when it comes to thoughts of you.
my mind playing hop scotch
not wanting to stay in one spot.

unexplored emptiness
within the silence,
breaking the spell of grief.
adorning the void
with a deeper love,
killing the regret.

words carefully crafted,
curated from perceived knowledge
as if you’re never wrong.
yet, still falling short,
writing your own eulogy.
wasted energy,
becoming a skill set.
if you’re about it,
be about it.

unanswered questions,
avoidance oftentimes
the easiest of response.
years will go by,
only for history to repeat itself.

your words linger on my mind
like the way you look into my eyes.
how your hand fits perfectly into mine
as our temperatures dangerously mix, making my senses flutter.
missing your touch,
as nothing has been the same since you.