| I built a bridge
you would not cross
Though you stood forever on the other side Watching me I came halfway And called your name Yet you remained Not seeing me I crossed the bridge and stood alone Your breath upon my cheek I stood hand out Untouched Until I finally walked away |
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The feel of breath
Hot and sweet A touch A tremble A total loss of self Last night I could Smell your scent on my skin Almost see you Through fluttering eyes Arched back Curled toes I could taste you on my tongue From a thousand miles away |
| I am not yet fully formed
I am unknown even to myself What hope do you have of knowing me Your judgment is final You dismiss me with a smile And I remain unformed Left behind But better off For you not having known me |
