Crush

How could anyone not be curious about you?

The one who moves with ease, struggling to become one with her shadow.

I find myself wondering what your dreams taste like, will they allow me to forget my own shortcomings?

 

I’m only interested in your passions.

Tactless surrenders no longer belong here,

Show me the the things that make your heart tremble and your lips ache with want,

This is how dates should be, at least the ones that will never happen.

 

Her eyes sings songs of melancholy.

Hips sway with the triumphant sound of rebuking perfection, 

yet her tongue still rings of uncertainty,

 I simply have no idea what to think.

But I am sure my lover holds the secrets of Eden in her eyes.

And I hope that someday one of us finds them.

This poem is about: 
Me

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