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Cold Flesh


while you sought out to make
a providing fire i wait
lone grey shape shades
chills the avoided skin on my legs
lonliness is like i cloud i cant excape
how does it feel to miss your other half
you ask
well
longing for your love
kinda feel like
being
yanked
from your bathtub
after you pour
a delicate glass of white wine
soft flesh
you're cold to the core
youth in love,
when you miss them
it sets in the impatience
your soul becomes uncomfortable
maybe even anxious
soft soul squirms in place
because it is stuck
stuck in a place that it simply doesnt belong
your mind says things to you
that would never be allowed
in those radio songs.
a body frozen in a state of shock
floating away without your rock.
a youth trapped in love
you're reminded of the one voice that cares
reminded of times that you two shared
like when you two told jokes on your backs
in a grassy field at night
and just simply how being with them made you feel alright .
words from a stranger put an arrow through you soft flesh chest
a movie strip clicks through the screen in your head in the place that their memory nests
it makes you feel vulnerable
because you've been mentally undressed.
youth in love,
even when your ears ring,
tie your shoes under the moon
before the sun can touch the strings.
the sting from the arrow will force you to see
the way their nose scrunches up
how beautiful they look when they smile with their teeth
how they like their coffee to be in the morning
the excitement in their eyes as they tell a story
their absence doesn't stop the memories
from flying back
hitting your silky sulking face
distracting you from your day
just wishing that they were allowed to stay.
one last memory repeats itself slowly
you cant escape it fully
it's how their body roll back like a soft flame
when they laugh at your jokes
roll back and say your name.
k.w

 

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