Passenger
I used to love the drive. Thinking about your lips on my skin, your fingers entwined in my hair. The anticipation. Now I hate driving because all that’s left are shadows, ghosts of your eyes in the passenger seat. ~Patience
Category Archives: NaPoWriMo
Burrowing
Each request is a shedding of layers, a quiet submission burning my insides. This unquenchable need to be who you want, do what you want, it devours me, your letters burrowing beneath my flesh, digging their claws into my skin, holding on and forcing me to relinquish. I crave your voice in my ear, the […]
To Be His
You are this figment, this dream, this memory. I see you and don’t see you. I read your words, hear your voice, but the man in front of me, I’m just not sure you fit into the box I’ve made for you, the one I hammered into place in my mind. You are hard and […]
Belong
I’ve always wanted to be yours, to belong to only you. I fought to find that place when we were children, to feel like I could let you have all of me. I didn’t see then. I didn’t understand. Neither of us did. We have always been this way, and I have always been yours. […]
Freedom
How can giving up control feel like freedom? Remove the choice and courage is easy to find. It sits right in front of you, waiting for you, and a command was all you needed. Remove the freedom and freedom is all that’s left. A paradox. It is all yours, my hands, my body. I will […]
I Will Love You
There will never be a time when I will not love you. I will love you a few hours from now when I’m lying in bed imagining your hand on my cheek or your fingers in my hair. I will love you next week when I’m driving to work and that song comes on and […]
Who We Are
When you think about who someone is, who they really are, not some made-up image of who you want them to be, it’s not hard to recognize the truth, to see reality staring at you, those rose-colored glasses cast away and understanding looking at you under a direct gaze. I see, for once. Is this […]
Naked
I am naked, bare, open even though I’m wrapped in so many layers, so much hiding, but you make me raw, make me leave it all on the ground. You wind your words around me, cup me in your letters, and rip me open with your insistence. I am weak, my vulnerability dangling from your […]
It’s the Words
I never realized it’s the words. The syllables, the vowels and consonants drifting from your fingers, the act of you writing, me reading, the tangiblity of them, the black and white smeared across my skin as I imagine these lines from your lips. It’s the writing, the heat pulsating from the letters that grips me, […]
Drive-in
It’s strange how we remember things differently, how people choose moments to keep and others to lose. Like the anticipation of a kiss, our lips brushing, our bodies touching, but never fully reaching a kiss. That night I forgot about in the back of that truck on the way home from a drive-in movie. How […]
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