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intimately irresponsible
Pushing buttons, crossing lines.
So intimately irresponsible
Have I accidentally made a mark?
Consider me indescribable,
I get it all the time.
May I call you anything?
Leave this line available
A touch so easily missed
Just call it submersible
I can be such a sexual creature
Some pictures were made to be in black and white
A smoke that seemed so consolable
But an invisible presence so pronounced
Still with skin so close its undeniable
You can’t see the look in my eyes
Both taken so it doesn’t matter
A genuine kiss seems so impossible
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Making everything around us flammable
Don’t deny whatever your body feels
Love it love it love it. And the title is exceptionally clever as well.
This poem really hits some of the senses :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.