Greek logo-, a combining form
appearing in loanwords from Greek, where it meant “word,” “speech” + -phile, a combining form meaning “lover
of,” “enthusiast for” that specified by the initial element.
I don’t know how to love you
I will either be too cold or too hot
I will come on too fast, too strong,
Will crush into you until we are both burning ashes.
Or I will keep a safe pace,
Not tell you about the galaxy I see in your eyes,
Or the burns that come from your fingers.
I will deny falling asleep hearing the chant of your heart,
Will pretend I was cold, my feet were freezing,
Cause I won’t tell you my soul was seeking the composure of your breathing.
And I will be silent,
As you talk about the color of the sky and the way the streets look in autumn,
Just after the rain stops.
You often wonder how did I miss that,
I never answer.
I have never felt a touch more gentle,
Like you could heal me,
Like you wanted me to feel just as you saw me,
Not like I knew I was,
I’ll always miss the way you used to touch me,
dauntless and unfettered,
like I didn’t disrupt you, like I didn’t taint your hands.
stain of turmoil has never been one easy to vanish