in the dark
the reflection of the screen
lightening your complexion
you sink in the seat
your hand on the edge
not watching the movie
focused on you
you notice my glance
edge your hand to my seat
no movement unnoticed
our hands meet
you start to pull away
but i want you to stay
more than friends know
i realize how your thumb traces the curves of my fingers
i match your every movement
more intent know
you curl up in your seat
leaning closer to me
our eyes meet
the ocean is all i can see
the ocean surrounding your eyes
you will be my demise
because if i dont have you
even if you knew
the feeling i have
cannot be met
by the label of friends
you will be my demise
because if the silk were my hand lies
moves ever again
i will never win
the reward to life
is not by the knife
but by the feeling
of you loving me back
and when we get up
and walk out the door
he will turn around
and our hands will meet no more
though you know the connection
that we will feel everyday
i will still long for that interaction
that we had on sunday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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