You and I (we feel like poetry)

I didn't intend on it... When I wrote the first poem, I was only writing, not intending to make a series. Looking at the five poems, it makes sense... We experienced one another with our five senses after years of just our souls (the part that really matters). A moment... afraid this will turn into the shallow pleasure of bodies searching for warmth that isn't there? Impossible. Physically, my fingers touch you, but it is my heart trailing the hairs on your arm. Our tongues glide, but it is each other's light that we are tasting. My eyes follow the curve of your smile, but it is my soul looking into yours. My ears funnel the sound of your voice, but it goes straight to my heart where it can dance to the sound. And your smell... it goes in through my nose, but it reaches every part of me, parts physically nonexistent.

You see? It's simple. You and I. Together we make poetry.

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You and I (what it feels like to touch you)

I touch you and
it’s as though I
touch every
cell and
fiber
that was or
is or
will be
your being.
And I can’t quite tell
where
you and
I
are
and I’ve forgotten
where
you and
I
have been
and it doesn’t matter
where
you and
I
will be.
Because, right now,
in this moment,
we just
are

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You and I (what it feels like to kiss you)

Like our fingers
finding one another
through the swing in our steps
so do our tongues
search and find
each other
as you and
I
kiss.
Our saliva
mixes and
each pain and
guilt and
fear
of yesterdays
melt
in the power of
you and
I
together
and it tastes so
good

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You and I (what it feels like to see you sleep)

Our legs crossed,
entangled,
together.
And I see your face,
sleeping:
a smile?
And I smile back,
wondering:
a dream?
It’s you and
I
in this moment
but it feels like
it’s all the you’s and
all the I’s
in every life
in every time
in every breath
and it’s
strange
and it’s
weird
but it’s
us
and it’s
beautiful

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You and I (what it feels like to listen to your heart)

Here
my head on your
chest,
your arms around
me,
listening to the
light breathing
as you drift off to
sleep.
It’s just
you and
I
here
where our hearts
do all the talking;
they whisper
our dreams,
our secrets,
retell our joys,
kiss away our sorrows.
They beat to the
beat
of our names,
thump…
thump…
bum…
bum…
Here,
with this lullaby,
you and
I
fall asleep

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You and I (what it feels like to smell you)

I smell you
in the fibers of my
clothes,
on the cells of my
skin,
even in memories
of
you and
I
embraced.
That smell of yours
that takes me
home
somehow,
here,
watching you sleep,
listening to your heartbeat,
caressing your skin,
tasting your kiss.
Smelling you,
breathing you in deeply
so that
my lungs may feel you
as my heart does

(All five can also be found on my Medium blog.)