july 16th 334am

july 16th 334am

A Poem by BenjaminJames

Compassion, intimacy, and sentiment explodes from every corner of my eyes with greater complexity and serendipity than the big bang. As I curl and pretend to sleep. Peeking though these lonely sheets as you slip and pull these rude and unappreciative layers of clothing over such an eye kissing masterpiece. Why must the day pull your body so far away from me. Come back to bed so I may trace your every curve with the angelic tips of my unworthy fingers. Marveling the glitter that flakes from your silver linings. How in the world did you every find me? How in the world am I to confess these overflowing feelings? When the words I love you spill off my tongue, slip over my teeth, land at your feet, and cling to the cuff of your pants with a child’s separation anxiety. Just hoping that they are enough to keep us rolling around the thoughts of your heart. You are everything that I need, to breathe. What have you done to me? I am jealous of your creativity, humbled by your beauty, and now depressed and alone beneath our sheets. Please darling, please, the covers are a bleak and frigid place to be without your flawless canvas next to me. I am hopelessly in love with your everything. Please understand, without you I would crumble. Life without you is seriously that unstable. You support my in every way. Please come back to bed, and stay.

© 2014 BenjaminJames


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This is easily my favorite read of the day..loved this sentence:
"When the words I love you spill off my tongue, slip over my teeth, land at your feet, and cling to the cuff of your pants with a child’s separation anxiety"
great write...

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