and i feel how you touch
hands atop mine
between lines we don’t say
in deep nights i
fought to reach
under lights like this
where you find me
and i
enter this feeling
wherever we are
time touches us
in moments
in the melancholy
the bass
i hear your voice
how we spill
how i
touch you in somber nights like this
i write for you
for this
to understand
how your warmth meets mine
how i collide with the thought that i might
have found what i was looking for
and i hesitate there
in the space between knowing and doubt
where your eyes hold something
i can’t fully name
but i feel it
in the way you stay a second longer
in the way your hands don’t leave right away
and we write in these tendencies
like we’ve done this before
like something in us remembers
before we ever said it out loud
behind where we met that saturday
where everything felt accidental
but nothing really was
i wake to be
the longing to feel
how you breathe
close enough to hear it
close enough to mistake it for mine
we take moments and hold them
even when they slip
even when they don’t ask to stay
i take time and give it intention
like it might listen
like it might become something more
we hold time between us
it softens
it hardens
it bends around what we don’t say
it becomes what we ask of it
even when we don’t know what that is
i used to be afraid of what life would be
instead of what it was in that moment
and i beg
but i don’t plead
i ask to understand
how your mind recalls what i leave
the touch of my hand
the way i pull your hip
fingers at your neck
does this soften
i watch this to etch this
to understand what we could be
lips do touch
sometimes they don’t feel
but the grasp at the edges
that’s how i feel
that’s how i speak
these things on my mind
and we wait for this
the ridges
the past, our present
the way we hold
i won’t let that go
i promise