you and me. we are untouchable identities. hidden from me is what i’d like it to be. i should know better. driven motions i make. want always rules over logic but i don’t care. you’re like a bad habit i could get used to. a secret hidden only for me. you’re a future imagined.
Tag Archives: poetry
red
red is the color that draws me close to you. a desire uncomfortable enough to shy me away. it’s unlikely for a woman like me, you’re like poison. the deepest want that numbs my lips. control weakened by soul desire. the feeling of pushing myself away from all of this is unforgettable. and surprising. thisContinue reading “red”
untitled
daily shapes weave in and out to like, to dislike to want, to play, to push away. to hold. and a little spitfire girl burns with force right in my belly. Ready to make me different.
sometimes
sometimes intuition is a safety net. sometimes its a cobweb either way it can be overwhelming. in the early morning hours, you realize you may not have slept. and the reason for lack of sleep always depends on intuitions catch. as you focus on the future and its bright light that shines on you thereContinue reading “sometimes”
what i wouldn’t
images flowing. inappropriate and thirsty. what i wouldn’t give to spend five minutes with you now. what i wouldn’t give to feel your hands all over me. the deepest of sighs bring me back into my place. away from the feeling. away from my own thoughts. you’re like magic, creeping into every secret hiding space.Continue reading “what i wouldn’t”
altitude
38,000 feet altitude. nestled in the space that surrounds me with threes. eyes closed listening to the vibrations that filter through me. the surrounding buzz gives all the background that i need. a spirited destination awaits filled with love and playfulness, moody emotion, the quiet sullen that my mind needs, and the forcefulness to pushContinue reading “altitude”
inside
midnight madness. i sneak away into the nights grays. into the quiet streets. back to my bed sheets. i remove all of me. i leave it bare for you to see. and i don’t care. this is my heart on my sleeve. but you’ll never know, and i don’t think i will ever tell. stillContinue reading “inside”
sparkling lights
these angles have a good way of keeping me company while everything else moves, with the hums and the drums the buzz of the night breaks through my windows through the curtains that hide me away from it all. these angles have a way of sparking lights in thoughts a once upon a time, andContinue reading “sparkling lights”
this and you
the smell of you soaks my wine glass. fresh still the next day. strangers passed me by and i swore it could be you… that was my faith hoping… .waiting. so here i sit, coming to my own conclusions of you and i. relaxing at the thoughts of time changing everything. and i find myselfContinue reading “this and you”
what do you do
i might need you right now. what a weird feel… that leaves us all solo to be so encompassed to be so silent. what a weird feel… to feel the way i do.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 