touching hands and fingertips,

yearning to be lip to lip

knee on hip,

thigh on thigh, this is how

i'd like to die.

breathing slow,

nice, relaxed

though my heart will pump so fast

philia, still so true

i wouldn't mind something new

idk why I'm writing context at the end of these, i think the point of a poem is to not have any lol. anyway this is about after yearning for romance for so long finally finding love - though it's forever platonic.