Honey LipsA Poem by Camila GAbout the possibility of falling in love.I think if I write about you I give you power. But I saw a
video a couple days ago I cant stop thinking about- I saw two people kissing
and the caption read: hope you
learn to love someone as much as i love this man. And they rubbed their faces
against each other and her lips stuck to his like it was impossible for their
lips to pull away and I hope I learn to love someone too. And I think maybe
it’ll be you- if you (or I) let it. Because that same day you put up a picture
where your lips looked like honey and oh how they would stick to mine. And they
(your lips and mine, of course) probably couldn’t get enough of each other, I
think. Like flowers and bees. Like skin to skin. Like sticky summer air and
timid hellos and explosive goodbyes and small rooms in big cities and maybe a
lot of love? I don’t know. I don’t care if it’s you- but here I am, writing to
you hoping maybe you write to me too. Honey lips
and sticky skin Grab the
back of your neck like Bees
grabbing onto pollen It’s
important! No, it’s vital! I need to
feel you so you’re a little more raw, more tender Raw soft
honey that melts in your mouth no No it’s not
sticky, cashmere on your tongue Tender
touch gliding fingertips exploring Landscapes
and hills and valleys Of tender,
soft, everything I ever wanted to know Legs,
intertwining bodies mixing like oil paint, oil Paint a
picture of what makes you explode makes you
melt makes you feel so strong you think you’re dying and
reviving at the same time Paint a
picture of me © 2016 Camila G |
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Added on June 29, 2016 Last Updated on June 29, 2016 Tags: spilled ink, poem, love, falling in love AuthorCamila GAboutHello! I like to write, and feel, and those two go very well together. more..Writing
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