Part of me wants to touch you.
Feel your fingers and trace your thoughts.
Peel your anger from your darkest spots.
Wipe away your worries and wake up on your wild side.
Sign my name in stories we whisper at bedtime.
Sleep inside the inside of your neck.
Curl around the curves of your back.
Soak into the center of your soul.
Surrender to the shelter we both hold.
Part of me wants to miss you.
Wish for your kiss and wait for your face.
Dream of your danger and die for your taste.
Stare at the clock and swear at the moon.
Crave for the days that you’re here in this room.
So where should I put me?
What should I call home?
What space is the right place to find together and not alone?
Near, or far.
Close, or closure.
Stay, or away.
Caught in between different worlds.
Lost in two deep distant words.
Stranded within arms reach.
Abandoned on familiar streets.
Nowhere to turn.
Know where to hide.
So I’ll sway in the middle.
And wait for a sign.
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