You terrorize my body with movement.
We kiss in silent where no one can
judge the present based on past.
You are campfire smoke in my lungs,
on my clothes; entangled
with the fabrics that I hesitate to toss
in the wash.
If I ever lost the scent of you,
I'd be losing sight of
what dancing pleasure looks like.
You echo in me.
I still hear your voice when
I'm alone and spark up an old flame.
I recognize the sadness in an attempt to make it
through a day to not fall apart.
The sex in heavy breathing after
kissing your neck.
I know the silly tones when
your heart is light.
And I wait for a calm when speaking
through sleepiness.
What can I offer you but to read between my lines
so you know that this is all you.
"You" is not just a word to indicate
another human in reference to.
You are the tears pouring down my cheeks
each still night without our bodies
telling stories.
You are the crows feet walking
along my smiles and laughs
with inside jokes.
And you are the space between my fingers
and the tingle between my nose and mouth
when holding our gaze extremely close.
~Tina Meeks
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