junglejrk

When a good friend moves away, It doesn't seem real When you've spent so much time Just being with them You still wake up Thinking, I will see that friend later today But in reality, You won't

I want you at 4am rubbing the sleep from your eyes, sighing like the last breath of a distant thunderstorm. I want you in dark wash jeans, white socks and black shoes, pulling each article off one by one and leaving the exposed skin for me to brush my fingertips against and revel in the faint tremors. I want you entangled in my bedsheets counting the pieces of my spine, and the hours til dawn. I want every synapse to crackle with electric charge, with anticipation; waiting. Waiting. I want you, your heavy, solid warmth pressing down and concentrating all its force just below my navel, to leave me struggling for

If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?