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Author: Incubabe
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Romance - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-09-05 - Updated: 10-09-05 - id:2024239

I focus on the rough skin of your fingertips
It feels strange against the softness of my shoulder
I imagine I can feel every ridge of your fingerprint
That if you pressed down hard enough
You could brand me and I would be yours forever

I want to stay here forever, locked away with you
Lurking in the shadows of the corner of the room
Secreted away from prying eyes, isolated from reality

I rest my head against your chest, my hand steadying me
I can feel myself drowning, even when I’m pressed against you
Especially when I’m pressed against you

Your eyes burn holes through my flimsy paper soul
Warming my body from the inside outwards
I wonder if your fire inside me would turn my skin orange
If flames would tattoo themselves up and down my body
If you would trail a rough hand across every single line
Claiming the fire and the skin as your own

You hold me closer against you as if I could ever let go
Our skins somehow meld together, no air between us
I wish I knew how you did it, if it was magic or mere illusion
How I always feel weightless, breathless, mindless with you
Just take me in your arms, carry me away from the world
Block out the sounds of normality as you take me away from it all

I rest my eyes and soak in every single line and wrinkle of your face
I would reach out and touch them but I'm afraid of losing my balance
Tumbling off the edge of the world and losing my hold on you
And again, the touch of your rough hands against my flawless skin
I fear that the slightest movement would cause you to rip me open
And blood and fire would spill out of me, devouring everything in its path

I can lose myself entirely in you and I enjoy it, I relish it, I live for it
You take my hand roughly, your touch almost painful but I don't cry out
You pull me behind you, dragging me out into the dark, damp street
Where the scent of thunder and wet concrete almost overpowers me and I fall to my knees
But you put your hands to my face and kiss me deep, stealing my breath
I feel listless and drunk and stupid as raindrops bruise my flesh with their own harsh kiss
My flames are extinguished, drenched out by the rain and by you
I'm still drowning in you
I'm always drowning in you



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