when dawn ended, the sun spilled on my face
soft in the pillows of you,
the warmth shined in that space, it broke its way into that room.
soaked me warmer than i already felt
laying there close enough to feel you.
eyes blinking, sleepily waking, feeling and touching.
reaching further into you,
reaching to find myself.
the sun brought me your morning,
blissful in the moment,
lovely to find.
Give me something to breathe in.
Something deeper than just the smell and taste of your skin.
I want something to reach for.
Want more than sweet vibrations that cascade around my body.
Play me a sweet sound. Skin on skin, iridescent in sweat and saliva.
Bring me your kaleidoscope that bleeds colors so deep I can taste them.
come on baby, bring me to my knees.
I want someone that wants me always. No matter the difficulties, no matter the bridge to cross.
I want someone that’s not afraid of their burning desires.
Eagerly taking big steps to find the light at the end of an unknown tunnel.
I want to find and see and touch that bravery.
You are real, aren’t you?
And you’re somewhere out there looking for me too.
you remembered who i am, didn’t you?
not just an object of exploration,
but a reality with ties.
life loves to deliver us reminders.
notes dropped in a hat box full of possibilities.
all those hats just keep hiding, quietly. patiently.
you don’t know the potential do you?
i’ll still wait for you to crack the flood line open full of distilled pleasures.
love likes to disappoint you over and over and once more for good measure.
glove compartment full of desire.
the feeling still lingering between my thighs.
one day i’ll bloom the case.
simulative fingers feel pain,
as you hear your own heart beat,
as you imagine crawling… climbing up and out.
you look down at your own hands as they hold each other,
wrapping each other,
soothing each other,
as if your knuckles would have been bleeding.
what an imaginative world we play.
with all the heart ache, and all that pain.
you find yourself sitting, playing, praying, hoping.
you find it. in all this while,
it’s been quietly waiting for you to realize
everything you have already known.
it’s almost like the light turned on.
it’s the funny sound that the fan makes when you’re right below it.
a sweet pitched twitch that lets you hear maneuver.
that quiet reminder you’re only a vibration with electric matter.
you. are. electric, baby.
and i want to give you my plug.
we move in slow motion
with built up behavior that leaves us nothing
but confusion and desire.
we slip through dark nights
hiding the fire that melts us together.
we fall into silence, these moments with eyes connected
all the need
all the denial
all the question of what should be’s and could have’s.
then you leave me cold in a question mark,
wrapped up sheets.
weak in your hands that walk away from me.