Just hold me

Stop. You've got me now. Tight and safe, we whisper with our feet. Light as a feather, stiff as a board. No, we melt when the sun touches our cheeks, like warm fingers from the caring mothers we always wish we had. It binds us to the hard ground beneath us and we reach out toward the sky, wanting everything we can never have but always want. Like each other. We can always pretend but it does no good. No, it doesn't do any good. We just continue to clasp our arms around our bodies in vain, sweet vain, bittersweet vain. I would stay. I would go against the rules and the laws and what we know is right. I would, I would! Just touch your lips to my ear and speak the pretty prose we both know hides within your every thought. Whisper it like a well-planned ballet, with pink ribbons and sore feet. Say the words and I will stay.


We're so close yet so far and so full of these annoying cliches. I can reach out and touch it. I can taste it on my lips when I wet them with my tongue. I can see it in my every thought and almost just grab it out and make it real. So close, so close. We're almost there.