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S’more Cookies

You made me cookies with hershey’s kisses
(The little marshmallows are your favorite)
When all I wanted was the sweet taste of your lips
Words sinful like the darkest cacao
Your voice a delicacy
I want all to myself.
Instead I smiled and thanked you,
Told you “no one’s ever made me cookies before”
When no one cared enough to take the time
To be as sweet as you are naturally, with ease
The excited way you splayed them out for me,
Your work of art,
“made with love”
1 tsp of vanilla (a surprise to you)
My indulgence in you is becoming unhealthy
Like too many cookies,
And yet I’ll still take every bit of sweetness you offer
Gorging myself on you because I’ll never have my fill.

Soft, Tender, and All the Like

You make me want to be soft,
Drape you in the gossamer silk of skin
Touching you with nothing but the gentle caress of tenderness,
Whispers across your cheeks from my eyelashes and lips
Sparks beneath my fingertips to warm you
In return for the quiet you give me,
The stillness of early mornings
Waiting with baited breath for you to rise like the sun
While I gaze at your sleeping face
Which inspires the tenderness I can only wish to emulate.

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The first time I saw you,
The sudden barrage of images,
Flashes of the future
Of morning spent in rumpled sheets and sunlight,
Tender kisses on my brow,
Laughter bubbling from your smiling face
How you’d kiss me just to do so
It took me by surprise
– this longing
and I no longer know what to do
When my chest isn’t combusting,
And my cheeks aren’t inflamed
When every waking thought isn’t consumed by you.

Almost

It feels wrong to mourn a love never spoken out loud

Or it could be that it was never love,

But it wasn’t nothing either. 
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Perhaps it was only stolen glances and too much laughter,

Softly saying your name like a prayer 

Holding my breath until your eyes met mine.
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Maybe it was just the casual brush of fingers,

How I couldn’t help but stutter when we spoke,

And the softness in your face when you looked at me.
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I know it wasn’t love, but maybe

In another time, another place, another dimension, 

It could have been.

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I am in the habit 

Of hanging on so tightly that I forget myself,

Dislocating limbs to stay attached to things 

Loathsome and lovely in equal measures,

And better left alone.

There is a variety of sadness 

That makes itself home within my guts

Clinging to my entrails and growing like mold,

Devouring new feelings of love,

And covering my insides with rot.

Leisure

I am learning you slowly,

Taking opportunities to map your curves and edges,

Every dimple, every scar

Reading your body like braille

Until I know you without sight or sound.

I am exploring you steadily, 

Wandering the halls of your memories,

All your joys and sorrows

Seeing the portraits you hang high in your gallery 

Statues frozen in your most vulnerable positions.

I am unhasty in my pursuit of you

That is not to say curiosity does not burn like a wildfire within me

Because it does – you do 

But I will take my time here,

For I think I’d like to stay for a while.

Settling

My love for you was rampant, wild

The raging of the fire terrifying in its force

It blazed in my cheeks when I saw you,

Scalded my tongue when we spoke,

And left my skin blistering, burned when I touched you.

Now

I no longer feel the ache when I look at you,

When you speak of another love;

My longing was a sharp pain, now dulled to a gentle throbbing in my veins.

This love for you has settled,

Made its home inside my chest

Curled around my diaphragm like a lazy cat,

Contented, cozy, and home.

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I didn’t believe in love at first sight 

I still don’t

But seeing you for the first time

Was like an arrow through my heart,

Piercing through my ice and stone,

Flying open my skin and bones 

Until everything was spilled,

Me at my very worst displayed for you

And your brown eyes that drew me in

Looked at my gore and called it beautiful.