patient and sleeved inside a strong arm.
fingertips wet, dripping with possibilities.
it rests awhile when all else is busy.
quiet and thoughtful, it aches for submersion.
while the sun rises high, and bodies move quick.
its calm, magnetic. and it draws me in tight, closer.
and as it transforms itself into static,
it quivers all through me.
and only when its coolness rains upon me,
turns me wet and a mess, will it rest, satisfied.
cloaked in the evenings blues.
and after all is fulfilled is when i find you.
and sleepily i fall into your arms,
my eyes red, lips swollen.
patched up just in time to relish in your comfort.