Poetry

Boycott

When my words fall apart,
When you witness utter silence,
When my syllables crumble before your eyes,

Remind me, To hold you.
Because you know, in order to love you,
I need to touch you; Slow.
Like clouds floating in clear blue sky,
Slow.

And when I love you,
I will stroke your hair,
Trace your eyebrows,
Outline your lips,
Brush your fingers against mine.
Just so you know,
I love better when I’m close to you.

And if I love you,
I’ll make sure you know,
What it means for me
To have your warm fingers touch my cheeks,
Watch you sing,
Listen to your slow breaths when you sleep.

Because you know, in order to love you,
I need to touch you; Slow.
Like clouds floating in clear blue sky,
Slow.

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