collision course

welcome back to my good friend I.P.

I.P. is back!! We decided to write a collaboration that embodies the collision course two minds can take. The mystery of the romance surrounding it. Enjoy our words!!

Damien: Regular Text

I.P.: Italic Text

…

The mystique you carry

buries itself in the depths

of desire, a fire that churns

within me. I look through

your glasses, into your eyes,

and I see brilliance in a

beautiful mind. Your smile

draws me in, I share a grin,

you tuck your hair behind

your ear, the whirlwind

within begins again. My

hands long to touch your

skin and express what I’ve

been thinking all along. I

can’t quite reach, I long

for granted permission

to express what I cannot

find the words to say.

….

Your eyes burn onto my facade,

what could you possibly see

behind a meticulously crafted persona,

built upon wanting to be seen

only on my own terms.

.

I wish reading you was easier.

Longing for you was always easy.

Your charm seduces rooms,

your laugh disarms them too.

.

I wonder how much passion

your hands could grant

the graze of your fingertips on my skin.

.

It was always you.

Now I can only wonder —

.

do you see me?

….

I see in your eyes what I see in me,

my fingers lingering against

the delicate warmth of your skin,

letting the mystique, the idea of

you on your terms pull me in.

.

There’s a longing, it’s grown

in the wake of your absence,

I’ve known, you are healing into

your becoming. Reading us is

a challenge I’ll gladly accept.

Perception wedges itself between,

as you drift so much closer to me.

.

Your mind already had me, but

your body has taken to my embrace

like lungs to air. I set aside any

complexities to pursue you wholly.

Hold me in your orbit, hone us in

your gravity. I submit to your pull,

because I see you.

…

I would have never guessed similarity.

.

You named what I couldn’t,

reached out for understanding.

.

Maybe I can let myself be,

breathe into the world of us,

a spineless embrace.

.

I will close my eyes —

at the anticipation of disaster,

since it can only happen with you,

the one who saw past the blur.

.

Your chest rose with an inhale

and the stars in your eyes never left,

you touched me right then

and I could only hold my breath

for the time stopping as our atoms collided.

….

Copyright: I.P. & Damien