I used to have a pull in my chest
An urge that demanded I be close enough to smell the natural scents of your flesh
A brown manI imagined you would be the aroma from the cocoa plant
My blood would churn in a rush because my heart would race so fast almost flying off these hormonal train tracks
It was almost like I could smell you through the phone
And I wondered how close would be close enough to get you to fall into my love
But now I would die for a chance just to listen
The soft subtle escalation in the rise and fall in your voice
The chuckle from your depths filled me with the truth as to why I loved you
I ignored it
I was quick to reach the end of our spiritual climax and didn’t stop to find gratitude in these moments
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