We do not often speak to each other
like lovers -
a distance remains
for now,
an aching chasm between our minds
with a treacherous bridge
we are still to cross
and yet here we are
reaching for one another.
It is safer this way
to play with our cards clasped tight
against our chests
while we still can
before we tear them open -
you can't break a heart
that you haven't yet won.
And still
I find myself lost in thoughts
of the way you speak to me
as though my mind is the most beautiful
and complex constellation
the galaxy has ever been home to.
Darling,
this might be the type of love
my mother warned me about.
- Author: Hazel Kaye ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2020 08:04
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
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