the fizzle of your lips
tingle as they fall upon
my own but my lips will burn
until i figure out if
this is what love feels like
the warmth of your breath
hits my cold face while
you speak words so diligent to
my ears
and i weep at night because
i don't truly know
if this is what love feels like
the quiver of your tongue as
it caresses every inch of
my body makes me seep
a moistness that i've
never reached
but i'll stay dry as long
as it takes me to figure out
if this is what love feels like
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
