Kiss me on my lips.
Pull my hair;
Anything, as long as I know
Somewhere in your life’s heart beat
There’s a single note of me
To prove a part of you cares.
I am rivers and I am mountains
So why do you stare
As if my existence were the last trickle
From a dried up fountain?
I saw a pink plumeria bloom
Deep in the shadows.
It gave me hope
That one day I could escape
From the beauty of your hollows.
Unraveled unrolled systematic furlough.
The curve of your neck,
Imagining my hands soothing
Every single one of your ticks.
How I’ve tried every single one of my tricks
But I am love-red
You are blue- dead.
Polar opposites, different prospects
In the end does it really matter?
Even if you despise me
You are not mine,
But I’m forever yours.
We are not together,
But when you’re around,
Fulfillment, lust, by wings outstretched
I soar.
Xoxox
Lindsay Reva
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