differences

free-verse poem.

We are not magic, you and I.

Nor are we magnetic. Your kisses

Do not blow me away,

Your touch always too hesitant.

While I crave the unforgiving wave of passion,

You prefer to be gentle.

Your hands stay on my waist while my fingers roam your body

Your lips stay firmly on mine while I make failed attempts to kiss your neck

("It's ticklish" you say, reprimanding me 

but apparently all I want is to be tickled.)

And while you leave me selfishly wanting, 

You always somehow make up for it.

Your smile mere millimetres away from my face, a joke 

Only shared when we are both starry-eyed and blushing.

You consistently bending down to greet me at eye level,

A laugh barely contained at my faux outrage.

You, encircling my waist with your arm 

when we are among friends, whispering into my hair 

That you think i look gorgeous.

I will settle for us not being magic.

The ethereal and elemental relationships of this world

Are for those who tower and thunder above us.

But I think I would prefer to float down 

The trenches of the Atlantic with you. Alone

In our own little bubble.

While we may be lacking in passion

Our private, quiet and unique affection

Is something I want to hold onto forever.

Author's Note

i wrote this a while back when i was seeing this guy. It was more of a friends-with-benefits situation, him being more focused on the 'friends' while i was more focused on the 'benefits'. wrote this to commemorate that brief fling we had, because, my god, it was fun.

Reviews

[Lyrically Inclined]

Hmm, that’s not what you hear everyday. It’s hard to not be in sync with someone when you really want to be, but that’s how life is sometimes. I enjoyed reading something with this perspective. Nice write!