This Is Rough

Man, time can't pass faster. I wish it was thursday.

I have no idea what to say.

So many emotions welling up to the top of my throat,

Burning fires in my chest and lungs.

All threatening to explode in a torrent of incoherent thoughts,

Feelings weirdly exploring their way to my heart, my head.

Bittersweet feelings of our conversation,

Just two hours ago,

Like middle school children,

Blindly dancing around a single subject,

Until finally we forgoe our childlike advances and bluntly step into the real issue.

Shy words and meanings slowly crawling from our lips,

So much ephemera I wish to grasp,

Ethereal strands of inconclusive feelings like whisps of smoke drifting lazily,

Beatiful and insubstantial wraiths of cognitive admissions our lips are shy to speak.

I want to feel your hands in mine,

Your hair brushing my cheek as my lips brush your forehead.

I need to feel the warmth of your eyes as surely as the love of your smile.

I need to be near you.........

This is rough.

Reviews

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This is very insightful and sweet I think....funny thing is it sort of holds off and makes you feel like you cannot really go forward similar to the sentiment you express. Thank-you.

[Rachel DeHart]

"Shy words and meanings slowly crawling from our lips,"

That is my favorite line. I adore it. I can just see the idea of liking someone being its own being and crawling around the room with you while you talk to her. Resting on your shoulder much like a david monkey. :}

[S. Georgia]

I like this. The imagery you use is particulary beautiful. The way its worded is beautiful also.
You also have an interesting style and flow to this poem.
In my opinion, a rather good work and I encourage you to keep it up,
~S