Thought Catalog

Love Poetry

Your memory rests in the shadows of my collarbone; you are dabbed like perfume
Behind the lobes of my ear, in the creases of my elbows, at the base of my neck.

I’m scared at how fragile your Presence makes me, ready to Turn into trembling hands and Racing heart, when You are close I’m scared at how soft i become With you around, chest heaving In tandem with your breathing, a…