Intimacy Poems
In The Darkness
by Marcus Malkowicz
As I lay in the darkness
Wide awake
Trapped in my thinking
As I feel unwanted
Selfish thinking I know
Desiring the embrace
Though what I lack
The pain it brings
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Skittish
by Oliver Nalder
Something dreadful comes my way,
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
Or is it even?
Am I just bracing myself forever?
Would you let me come home,
If you had keys to heaven's gate?
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
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Loved as you Love
by wilted tulip
the want to feel
the need to feel
blossomed eyes growing into your soul
a familiar hand brush your face
rumbling tunes of a heartbeat beside you
sweet saliva drying on your lips
echos of footsteps down the hall
soft warm skin pressing close
glowing embers from a voice
the want to feel
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Tender mornings, bold afternoons
by Jen Wright
I need you,
She whispers. She smiles.
I need you,
But don’t you take it for weakness!
I need you because I choose to need you now!
I’m here, he says. Right by your side.
Your strong iridescent unquenchable light,
how could I see it any less but a precious delight?
In which I am basking and ready to die!
Don’t do that! she pleads.
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Wet with Rain (Lustre of the Storm)
by Arvin Dassad
A fresh breath gusts—
Through emerald-grey skies,
Cool on flushed skin,
A moan caught in the pines.
Light pierces thick clouds
Like want through restraint,
Veins of lightning stroking the dark,
Slow, then sudden.
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the things we touch that change the sky
by Rikske Kessner
We make a room by entering it.
Breath before voice, heat before word.
The space notices. It tightens, sighs, leans in.
Curtains adjust their drape. Shadows lose shape.
You brush your shoulder on the doorframe-
now it remembers skin.
The mirror shows us what it couldn’t before:
not reflection, but relation. Your glance spills over
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After
by Sarah K
the room was still
my body wasn’t
it kept remembering
long after you left
and i stayed
with the pieces.
Wet with Rain (Lustre of the Storm)
by Arvin Dassad
A fresh breath gusts—
Through emerald-grey skies,
Cool on flushed skin,
A moan caught in the pines.
Light pierces thick clouds
Like want through restraint,
Veins of lightning stroking the dark,
Slow, then sudden.
......
De avonden met jou
by Mario Odekerken
De avonden met jou zijn zacht,
als wolken die de dag bewaken,
fluisterend in schemerlicht,
waar woorden nauwelijks nodig raken.
Een blik,een lach,een warme thee,
je hand die even de mijne vindt,
de wereld buiten valt stil en mee,
alsof de tijd zichzelf bemint.
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Loved as you Love
by wilted tulip
the want to feel
the need to feel
blossomed eyes growing into your soul
a familiar hand brush your face
rumbling tunes of a heartbeat beside you
sweet saliva drying on your lips
echos of footsteps down the hall
soft warm skin pressing close
glowing embers from a voice
the want to feel
......
