I bite my lip
Where your sentences begin to linger
I hold my breath
Where meaning turns to pressure
I still myself
Where your words arrive too close
I forget
Where I end and they impose
It is not fire
It is something quieter
It is not heat
But a learned kind of tremor
A small surrender
At the edge of sound
A place my body
Keeps circling around
I bite my lip
Not to stop the feeling
But to contain it
Where it starts revealing
And every word you leave
Between the lines you say
Becomes the reason
My control slips away
Beautifully penned, CG. Another excellent write my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. Grateful for your steady read and presence, truly. 🙂 Always Lovely to find a comment from you. I apologize for not seeing it sooner; I haven’t been getting the notifications…
I can read between the lines of this poem itself to feel the seductive traits it portrays. Like a spell, some personalities and characteristics can alter one’s heart until desire takes over. Nice writing, Curly. 🙂
Thank you, Tim. I’m glad the deeper current found you. Some pieces cast their spell in the spaces they never speak. Grateful you stopped by for a spell. 😉
How true is this write, in that what we read can inflict a certain degree of inspiration via feelings, or at least thoughts.
It’s all a part of how writers create a circle, so to speak, and the energy goes to and fro amongst us all.
Awesome, enticing write.
Thank you, Styxian. I feel that too, how a line can spark something in us and then pass that spark along, each of us sending a little energy forward. Grateful it found you. 🙂
What words convey…🌼
Thank you, Joe. What words convey is often more than we realize in the moment. 🙂