Spilled Over

Work from a prompt that takes the first line from another poets poem in my case it was Untitled 5 by Mira Gonzales

Spilled Over

By A.R. 

I am looking over at the people dancing and touching each other 

The chills I get are remarkably affectionate; warm and close

My harsh longing for all of the forms of his body take over

I recognize his posture; hers like safety; protection white and wooden

And I am rust.  Corroded and too heavy to float so graceful

Through and between another

They look angelic and unspoiled 

Their faces pale and ethereal

I can only sit and think of you 

The way you used to hold onto me

Your movement from a distance 

Author's Note

*Prompt work*
**See description