All I want is your lips pressed to the side of my neck
The tip of your tongue writing songs against my skin
While your hot heavy breaths raises the hair on my arms
and sends a shiver, tingling of sorts through the depths of my spine
All I want is your warm rough calloused palms
exploring the back of my body
gripping bits of it that you can latch on to
pulling me closer and closer
your fingertips sending small shock waves
through my veins
that moistens south of me.
You grin against my skin at this new-found knowledge
Whatever happened after that
was nothing but a blur
that swept my mind away in wild trance.
Time is meant to heal all wounds.
Except those that made from those who are taken from us
Time does not lessen the pain you feel
Time does not stitch back the pieces of your broken heart
Time does not make you forget
Time does nothing.
Except, one day make you realise
Just how long you’ve managed to live
And get by without them.
And yes, you eventually learn to
get through each day without seeing their face
Or giving them a hug
Or just knowing they’re there,
But time does not fill the void in your chest.
Time does not make anything better.
Time does Nothing.
This past year without Zoe
Has been unfathomable.
On most days,
We remembered all the little things about her
How she made us smile
How she filled our lives
With so many warm happy memories and love
Know that wherever you are, we will always hold a place for you in our hearts
Know that you will always be our golden girl.
And Know that we will always love you.
For the second time.
I wanted to do it for third,
And the fourth
And the fifth.
He kissed me for the sixth time,
And the seventh.
We paused at the eighth,
or maybe it was the ninth.
I had lost count by then
We were too invested in the night
By the tenth kiss
frantically searched for a place
to call home.
Eleventh Twelfth and Thirteenth kiss merged in to one
My hands had fallen on to his heaving chest
just enough to feel his heart thud and hammer against his rib cage
His hands sought refuge on my thighs
that had started to feel like a fire-place;
warm and comforting.
We stopped before the twentieth kiss
Aware of our pounding hearts and the scars on his neck
Aware of the beginnings of a sun rise through the curtains
Aware of reality outside the door.
Vodka and gin soaked tongues
Strong hands grasping on to hips
Hearts pounding against the rib cage
not mine though.
Mine had stopped
I didn’t feel it beating at all
Maybe it had drowned
from the drinks that night
But it definitely wasn’t racing
I don’t remember the kiss much
except that your lips were soft
and you weren’t aggressive or
trying to get to places
I wouldn’t have let you.
Kiss me again
without the alcohol stained breaths
so I’ll know for sure
That maybe you’re worth another kiss
or that this isn’t worth it.
and will never happen again
Kiss me again.