soft

parallel

like our life

lines that never touch

but thinking of those hands

my dear

gives me quite the rush

imaging the softest kiss

with lips foreign to mine

already feel my hairs stand up

from fingers down my spine

you’d say you just can’t get enough

and brush hair from my face

i think the tension might errupt

as you invade my space

all these thoughts,

like memories

go swimming through my head

feelings flood inside of me

from things i’ve left unsaid

by Brianna Cruz

February 12, 2020

Photo by Izabelle Acheson on Unsplash

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