maybe it’s about you

here’s the thing
and you should
pay attention
no one
has ever
written a poem
about being
platonic
except for
maybe this
one
i suppose
i’m an admirer
let it be said
on occasion
of delicious torture
of the wanting
of the daydreams
about night scenes
early in the morning
longing can
it might be argued
feed the mind
and fuel the fingers
that want to dance
on smooth skin
on soft sheets
on
you
know
i think
no writer
cares enough
if not willing to give
a
“fuck”
here
or there
i care
about you
people say
when not sharing
shit they didn’t make
we always want
what we can’t have
screw
that
i want
what i want
now
i want
you
have this thing
you do
but i can’t explain
without a growl
and i won’t explain
because
you know
but
if given the chance
words whispered
in the dark
last longer
i know
what i’ll say
in something
south of a purr
will cause goosebumps
to spread like the roman empire
because
in my midnight confessions
you’ll always crave
more
i know
this isn’t
really
about
fucking
being platonic
 

 

 

 

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