Intimacy Poems
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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Us
by Elisa Martinelli
There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.
It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.
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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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My lover's lips
by Lillian France
Your lips, oh your lips
Your warm soft kiss takes something from me
Cove of a river rushing fast then gently
My body is consumed by the water
Oh, water that gives life
Your taste sustains me
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normal as it gets (or dollhouse in a megaphone)
by Sarah A
sometimes i think about all the ways you could let me go
i dont know if it’s trauma or if i want to be alone
i clip my nails and ride my bike and try to act normal
but you said you were scared of me because i’m unpredictable
maybe i put too much weight on the words that come out of others’ mouths
i know my words are balloons that i forget i’m holding and then let go
pondering if when they come back down they’ll ruin something’s home
i’m jealous of the sweet muslim girl who prays at work
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“Embers Beneath the Moon”
by Jonathan Jolley
The night drapes itself across your shoulders,
velvet-dark, soft as a secret.
Your gaze,an eclipse I never survive,
pulling me into the gravity of your quiet fire.
We don’t speak; our silence is fluent.
The air hums, thick with almost.
Every glance a slow ignition,
every breath, a story half-told.
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“Where the Light Touches Us”
by Jonathan Jolley
The room hums with dusk,
light spilling like liquid gold across your skin,
the kind of glow that painters chase and never catch.
You turn, slow, like the world forgot its spin,
and for a heartbeat, even time holds its breath.
Your shadow dances on the wall,
a ghost of the moment we’ve become.
Outside, the city exhales in silver tones,
but here, silence has its own language,
......
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.
