Latch

A poem inspired by the song "Latch" as made famous by Disclosure.

  I don't want to doom you to the same fate as the others

Trapped in the form of words weaved into a blanket

That I envelope my conscious mind with once in a while

Whenever the nostalgia rears its ugly head and I take refuge

I don't want to transform you into the same sadness 

that I always seek out for comfort

Instead I want to preserve you in everything I see

The beds that our skin touched will retain the heat

The car, though tainted, and the other destroyed

Will forever smell like the perfume I wore to entice you

Instead I want to relive each flutter of my heart that you

brought on simply by being near me

Replace my every breath with a sigh of sensual release

Draw me in just to push me away in tidal waves of suspense

Hold me close with nothing more than a glance, a brush of

your fingers over my hair as I lay in your lap

Become my sinful desire and consume me with your fire

I want passion so strong it eats my insides for weeks after

every encounter in forbidden locations

Desensitize me to the real world and crush me between your fingers

I've lost my moral compass in your magnetic field and I can't stop

revolving on this axis flipped upside down

You found the one weak spot in the brick wall

Now rip out the stitches and let me shed my familiarity

I want to walk a tightrope ten hundred feet off the ground

For the thrill of the fall no matter how deathly afraid

we both know I am of heights

I'm starved of excitement, attention, of physical affection

Silence me with your touch, your hands, your mouth

I need you to remind me what it feels like to see stars

speckle my vision, back arched toward the ceiling

No, I could never capture this in a photograph

To wear away with time and use, to fray the edges

With the tips of my fingers and saltwater droplets

I could never let this be the same sadness I'm used to

when you gave me so much more to remember you by

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"I'm starved of excitement, attention, of physical affection
Silence me with your touch, your hands, your mouth
I need you to remind me what it feels like to see stars
speckle my vision, back arched toward the ceiling"
Hard to forget, easy to remember. After knowing the heat of passion. We are left with memory and places missed. I enjoyed the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Carly Bre-ann]

Hi Coyote Poetry, I know you reviewed this poem over a year ago. My name is Carly and this used to be my account, WightSpider (Carly Bre-ann), however it seems I no longer have access to it anymore. I am trying to somehow get my writings back that were published through the account used to publish the above poem! I was wondering if you could tell me what you see on this page, if anything? I tried contacting the website's creator on my multiple occasions with no reply whatsoever. If I could find other writers who have reviewed my writing on here before, perhaps I could pull together the loose ends and find people to vouch for me here! I would appreciate your help, if offered. Thanks. - Carly

[Coyote Poetry]

I remember you and if I can assist. Please tell me how. I back-up my poetry on disc and I use two sites.

[Wandering Minstrel]

Gorgeous are these words.. I really love your style here ..