I saw a man today
with the night sky in his eyes
and a soul full of stars,
and I wanted to slip inside his skin to see
if I could find the source of his magic
Instead
I listened to the rhythm of his laughter
and thrilled at the slow curve of his words
and wondered where he learned to kiss like that,
pressed against the wall and breath stolen so fast
I forgot to remember all of the things one thinks
when being kissed by true love
He stepped back and crooked-smiled
and then swallowed my hesitation
with the soft of his mouth,
and without uttering a sound
I knew he had learned
the bloody edges of my fears,
and when I parted my lips to sigh in regret
because I wanted to be everything
unbroken for him me us,
all I could hear was the music of his promise
“Don’t worry pretty woman,” he said slow
and sure, and there was eternity
in his everything. “I got this, baby.”
The pieces of poetry on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. And my unending love for all things romance.
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