Six out of seven,
days and nights-
in between then,
you brought to me a heaven.
Gravitational pull with you and I,
Tectonic shifts between the tides
You’re moving me in ways of
Pure
heartstrings,
Burning
desire.
Feeding my fears to the fire,
Erasing the doubts,
Not knowing the bouts and definitions
On the expedition we’ve inquired.
The space between us
makes me want you more
How did day three allow my hearts adore?
All the walls I’ve build so tall-
Six out of seven
And now I’ve nervously destroyed them all.
I no longer feel packed
To fit in the palm of a hand
In the safety of your arms,
I simply, and wonderfully,
am.
dh 01.30.23
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