someone pass me my self-medication by hater12, literature
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someone pass me my self-medication
i feel a dull ache in my hips
and i liken it to my yearning for you
with the flexion of my thighs
and the rotation of my shoulders,
i cant seem to always be turning
to face you
it hurts.
i'm hurting everywhere,
it hurts to be near you
and it hurts to be away
[and yet i still prefer it]
it's an ache,
unaccompanied by the sickness
of remembering your smile
my hands start
with tosseled brown waves,
soft and welcoming to
my work-hardened fingertips.
they brush through with ease,
running smoothly from widows peak
to neck's nape.
i follow the trace
of his jaw line,
nimble digits dancing away
from their set path
to mingle within the valley between
plush lips.
a strong gust runs northwward
with his sharp intake of breath
as my thumb draws lazily across
his lower lip's ridge.
my mind is pulled away from the
task at hand: he speaks.
"what is it you desire?
what destination do you seek?"
my reply is simple,
"i'll let you know when i get there.
for now, i just want it all
mapped out"