I’m drawing a blank for today’s poem. I was thinking about using this guy I’ve been crushing on for the past several months as inspiration. By the way, isn’t that pretty pathetic? A grown woman having a crush on her co-worker as if she’s still in middle school. Seriously, why can’t I just walk up to him and ask him out? Has my fear of rejection grown that much since age 12? But I digress.
You make my legs weak,
my palms sweat,
my feet tingle,
my nipples harden at night
when I lay in bed
dreaming of you—
these are the clichés you search
for to describe a crush,
infatuation,
first love.
I feel none of these things—
only you
and the indescribable desire
to be near you.
Tell me how I should feel—
snatch me up in your arms,
thrust me into your love poem,
discard the clichés,
show me the reality of passion,
how it relates to pain,
take control of my heart.
Sweet nothings don’t affect me—
squeeze my heart in your fist,
whisper commands,
how should I love,
where should I touch.
Don’t just kiss me,
take my lips in your mouth,
suck them blue.
Give me a reason to
succumb to you.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
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