I keep thinking, since yesterday, two days ago now, that I just want to hold you.
Even god won’t offer me that grace.
If I could just hold you, embrace you, maybe this suffering would go away.
As my mind travels and I write more “illusive ranting” I see a deep kiss.
No sex.
Or at least not sex in the common sense of the word.
My biceps yearn, and that yearning travels down into my forearms,
My palms,
The tips of my fingers ache to glide softly against your cheek,
Touch your hair.
How can I still love this deeply?
Where words flow like poetic prose?
Haven’t we heard this song enough?
Why is the record still broken?
Play a new song!
I’m begging you.
Play a new fucking song…