"one day you'll write me something"

summer tangerine wedges
exploding juiciness
in my warm mouth
sweet citrus

refreshing tangerine wedges
make for your juice
you don't notice but think
'this is sweeter than usual'

--

summer is for rainstorms
and
you are for loving

during storms
with
walls blocking the wind
you
make love to me beneath
sheets

throughout the night
heat
your skin softly breathes
i
adorn your back
with
my fingertips

and our morning kiss
after
the tempest
makes
my toes wiggle
and
with no need for storms
we
do it over again

--

if your problems were clouds
I'd eat them for lunch
and while I sleep
they'd storm at night

your permanence
your eternalness,
you bright blue
you wonderful sky, you

there's no other
for me.

fireflies/fire flys

i am into you.

you come and--and
you undo me
entirely

like tightly wound up
paper curls,
your breath unravels me
into waves
of rippling heat

your skin touches mine
paralyzing my body

decadent and salty
i succumb to such a delicious
and warm taste
an addictive treat
that leaves me yearning

your desires are my fantasy

my joyous creature
you monster
no less than wild
is your pleasant torture

how controlling
or in a dominant synch
we may be

your sweat
all
over
me

my knights night

The drive home that night was silent, at least, silence remained in the car. Traffic whooshed by echoing within me. The radio was off and the dashboard gleamed bright blue. In my mind, confusion tried to sort out other emotions. It was a feeling of fading, like light deeper into the night.

I felt as if I no longer belonged to myself, all together, mind, body--empty. So what is this feeling of fulfillment? To what do I owe this mysterious, vaguely perceptive feeling?

I stared blankly out the windshield, driven. The route home was usual and automatic, driven dozens of times. I pressed the button to lower the window and let in some air. It was an attempt at having the speedy breeze wake me from my thoughts. I was empty; just filled with noise and gibbering murmurs.

It had been five minutes since I had left. Company at his house that night was quiet and observant. He so usually acts this way leaving me in a wonderment. What is going through that mind of his? I felt that he held back on so much that needed to be said. Perhaps his unspoken words needed nesting in my vacant mind. Was I trying to figure out what he wouldn't say? No...

I, myself, had to organize feelings, unsure of what was in stock. From some time ago I began to lose myself and let go of a rope that was securing my heart. It was now that I came to my senses, breaking free for air. I was fully submerged and hadn't noticed until I had already drowned.


***

"I just feel that I no longer have a guard up with you..."
"But isn't that what love is about?"
"Yeah... I guess you're right. I'm just afraid of being hurt again."
"You're so cynical. One of the many things I love about you."

His rationality breaking barriers that the logical minds shouldn't. He makes perfect sense.