2.3 seconds, sometimes that's all it takes to know...

This is simply beautiful!

I love the use of the amount of time spent together and the opening with the amount of times erasing what you've penned, makes the piece much more personal, gives a true and strong insight into what this person turns you into.

I wish I could present to you a masterpiece where
sentences were not shaken and tones were not nervous,
but its inevitable. Seeing you weakens my ability-

^I love this, and I think many can relate, whether its a lover, a crush, a friend or just something that happened, sometimes we lose our craft to pen our emotions because they manage to invade our minds and confuse us

You penned a piece that was crafted well, it wasn't smooth all the way through, and some things didn't roll of the tongue when reading aloud but I don't think it matters here, it just shows what you're trying to say, that you find it hard when you're caught up with this person.

:) x

Oh this was precious... can't really do my comment justice Chels... its beyond beautiful!

I like the excitement of that special moment... its written with a bouncy enthusiasm in which you have... and it shows in this write! love it!

Ah this is such a joy to read Chelsey & I apologize for not commenting in so long but don't doubt that I've still been reading your poetry.... I loved how you incorporated numbers in this, and had them have their own entrance in a way with standing away from the stanzas. There's one part here that really reminds me of Joshua Bennett & one of his love poems: where you say "So tonight, I will type without craftiness and tell you, that smile of yours, should be its own galaxy.", you have such a sure voice that is speaking with passion and clarity, making me want to do the same. I love this precious moment you describe and the "holding you for 2.3 seconds", something so short in time can last and linger, reminding you what being with this person is really like.

The backspace key has been struck five times
because no opening stanza can do justice to bluntness.
No words can magnify emotions that remain frozen.

I wish I could present to you a masterpiece where
sentences were not shaken and tones were not nervous,
but its inevitable. Seeing you weakens my ability-

to pen the truth.

^ I feel that it isn't about presenting a flawless masterpiece. Its about description. No amount of metaphors or relative praises can justify the magnificence and the energy that arises from the union, with your lover. Perhaps words aren't needed, for in the sole moment when two souls become one, there isn't differentiation between two personalities.

I will type without craftiness and tell you,
that smile of yours, should be its own galaxy.
I want to lay in a blanket of soft grass and stare at
its wonders. At its every glisten.

^ Ah! nice opening. Smile having its own galaxy. Galaxy by itself is a majestic entity made up of billions of stars, with a super massive black hole in the center. Nice comparison. For the blanket of grass, while reading I was anticipating walking barefoot on the grass. But laying on the blanket of grass and staring at one's smile, is a nice way to put the excitement.

Your face, like artwork I wish to analyze;
I've only studied so far to know that, your cheeks
are rounded perfectly, and that laughter increases your energy.

^ Analyzing his face. Much like an artwork, ponder upon its features. You love the art work, but what is it that is so different from the rest of the art, that it has drawn your attention. Not brimming with thoughts, yet fully attracted. Surrendering, willingly.

So impacting that I'm stained with its comfort.

^ Stained with its comfort. Brilliant exception of a stain being satisfactory, and comforting.

No hours of sleep will be received tonight because
after holding you for 2.3 seconds

Oh yes. The mention of 2.3 seconds seems fair. Such a short amount and one starts weaving fantasies.

Very well written.