saudade

total silence.

not a sound out of our mouths.

i can almost hear the water

dripping from your hair onto your skin.

as i lie down on the bed,

i watch you sit at the edge-

bare shoulders, still wet.

we're in my own room,

you asked me to stay.

your silence feels swollen,

and seeing your sorrow,

i lift the towel from your neck

and begin to dry your hair

slowly, like it means something.

i hold your head steady with one hand

pressed behind you on the mattress.

the weight of your thoughts,

sink into your heart,

heavy to hold,

it beats hard against my chest as i lean in,

threatening to break in my touch.

you confess in the dim room,

with a soft voice that breaks through the silence,

fragile 

shattering a heart

somewhere far away.

ill-timed words that mean nothing to you,

fragile and wrong

"i never loved her"

and your mouth doesn't believe it.

you’ve had too much to drink,

but you insist you haven’t

as if the lie might save you.

you say you're in love with me,

goosebumps rise across your skin.

everything is spinning around,

with a flurry of supernatural bliss,

some blur of longing and heat.

yet i haven't had an ounce to drink.

oh, how could i ever move on,

when touching you feels like this?

so gentle.

so intimate.

so wrong.

and yet,

there’s nothing more sacred

than your skin under my hands,

pretending that it doesn't mean a thing to me.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

It's shows the truth the two people sharing but don't admit. It also show the intimacy of some kind.
Wonderfully written.

[ashley]

thank you so much :-)