One Night

I wrote this about an experience I shared with someone once. Unfortunately, the first line is all too accurate - he was not what he seemed to be.

You are not what you seem

My boy           dressed in a cloak of innocence

                        It’s a lie

Under the cover of night        your hands

            The sonnets they write on my skin

I breathe like I’m starved for oxygen

                        You pull me closer

           I pull back

I’ve never prayed like that night        your skin

            Soft

                        Against my own

Your eyes        fires to light my night

            Your body       hot

                        Against my own

You think        but you don’t

            You think about your next move

                        You must

No

                                    You act on instinct

            Primal

Two hearts

One rhythm

            One night

                        One bed

I can feel your heart beating like mine

            We aren’t so different

In that moment

            [in fact]

We  Are

                        The same.  

Reviews

[SAYED THANGAL]

the words are wonders, the rhythm and imagery strengthen the final 'one heart'
syed India

[Madison Juliana Alexander]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[SAYED THANGAL]

Most welcome dear