i am.

You slowly close eyes
as if to blink away my pain
and i feel something
a little bit fuller
than empty.

I am electric.
I am extended.
I am my own.

Your hands are so soft
On Thursday, it was perfect.
They smell and feel like flower petals
You’re a beautiful snapdragon.

I am nervous.
I am calloused.
I am my own.

You write so many poems
sometimes they frustrate me
All of your mixed feelings & signals
Once, you said to wait.
Therefore I do.

I am.

• Category: Poetry