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darling, you are my fire, my smell of coffee,
and a childhood memory of comfort.
darling, you are my passion in the bitter winter nights,
my sweat in the toss and turn of the sunrise.
darling, you are the stumble in my step and the persistently nervous
shake of my leg and tap of my toes.
darling, you are the space between stars and the loss of breath in that
run of fresh air.
darling, you are silent like a cheetah
and powerful in your strike,
kiss me softly and I melt into your arms,
kiss me harder and I moan for you,
my moan seeks you, it needs you
to have tune.
darling, you are the change in me
like the rush of fallen leaves into
darling, you are then pen in which my blood flows into,
turning language into poetry and my spoken words
into a surrender to you.
you’ll never see it if you don’t want to.
the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. the way she talks of you, not about you. the reasons behind her actions. the motives behind her passion. the feelings. the care. the good she could be for you. the way she could eliminate your stress. the reason she’s been patient with your stubborn, temperamental flaws. the reason she apologizes when she’s pushed too far or says okay when she knows it’s really because you’re mad. the little things she does just because. the secrets she wants to know. the past that will reveal your road, your experiences. the trust she has in what you’ve told her. the trust she wants you to have in her. her faith in the mystery of the unknown. the honesty. the interest she takes in your dreams, desires, and work. the support she gives. the help she offers. the kisses that could heal your scars. the road you could pursue. her deep desire to love your body every night because you do something amazing for her. the way you’ve changed her. the way she could change you. the chance you’re being hesitant on, making excuses for. the possibilities you’re blocking out. the fears that keep you at bay. how much she cares for you, likes you. her feelings. her heart.
you’ll never see it unless you want to. until you stop running and let her in.
I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day.
maybe not in the way you want. maybe not in the way you think. maybe in exactly the way you feel. maybe in precisely the way you took this. maybe as a friend. maybe as more. maybe as a parent, as a child, as a lover, as a sister, as a brother. maybe as a stranger with simple acknowledgment of your existence. maybe in some complex way. maybe it’s untold or widely known. maybe with profound meaning or peaceful simplicity.
I’m a firm believer in celebrating love everyday. celebrating like. celebrating lust. celebrating each other. but since it’s valentine’s day, everyone deserves their heart to be touched. by a smile, by a touch, by the greeting, by a card. it’s not about things or plans.. it’s a day to take out of the busyness, the craziness, the chaos and say hey, you’re thought of. 💙❤💕💋😘
by: allison ryder
you are the poem I don’t know how to write,
the words I don’t know how to translate.
the kiss we’ve longed for, for months.
the kiss you finally made happen.
you are the best story I have,
and I keep it hidden between us.
you are the beginning
into a life of beauty, youth, and meaning.
you are the emotions that are evoked
under my skin, on my lips, at the tip of my tongue-
down to my bones shaking, I can feel you.
but I can’t put it into words.
I’m overwhelmed into silence.
this has never happened before.
the greatest story ever told
lies between our bodies.
by: allison ryder
i could be satisfied by hands, by lips,
by seductive glances
but still, i hold a lingering thirst-
for a satisfaction only you can deliver.
how our tongues intertwined, how you
ran your hand up my thigh..
lays imprinted in my mind.
crazed is the mind that counts the days
since our last encounter-
as if you lit a fire within me,
at the core of my being.
it vibrates my bones and rattles my voicebox.
no matter how much i search,
i need the reality of you-
i need your touch as if my life
depended on it for survival.
i need your fulfillment, completely within me-
to quench the thirst, to cure the starvation
you left me with.
like an animal with beastly instincts.
unlike an animal,
i crave your heart as much as your body.
i crave your life as much as your breath.
i crave you in such a way no other being could suffice.
if I make consistent effort, I want you apart of my life. if I thoughtfully try, I want to be apart of yours. this notion would make anyone feel flattered; I know I’d rather someone who tries than doesn’t care at all. you can always limit a big heart but you can’t make someone have heart.