Cradle Words

 

Cradled there

In your lap

On your heat

I save my oxygen

Not for speech

But for these

Thoughts that fog my mind

While time ticks slow

Cradled there

In your lap

On your heat

I am reduced

Slow

Slow

Slow

At a simmer

Into syrup

Sticky

Sweet

And melted

In your hands

On your skin

On the pink softness

Of your lips

I am this

Concentrated version of myself

potent

rich 

fixed 

full-bodied 

not me as I am in the day 

but in the night

as the moon 

pulls my tide

and leaves only 

the very best

wet remnants behind  

I am heated 

thoroughly 

boiled down 

to my essence

in your presence 

all of me achingly 

aware 

alive 

on fire

long through 

the lives of stars

we are 

left to discover each other 

to recover 

each other 

the pieces

of we that we become

at my tongue

at your insistence

at the warmth that welcomes

you 

into me and my wishes 

me cradled there 

in your lap

with your hands 

on the curve of my back 

sliding down 

guiding now

slipping in 

building friction 

lift 

lower

lift 

lower

slow slow slower

you beg 

your voice at my ear

and I hear the effort 

it takes

to rake those words 

across your throat 

no no no

I repeat 

faster love 

please

but you are not 

ready to leave

the warmth of me 

the home you find

inside 

the apex 

of these thighs 

I cry real tears 

on your shoulder 

as you 

lower, lift, lower, 

slower, so I 

have lost control here

I have lost

my soul here 

watched it float 

above me

as you love me 

down 

down 

to the very center

in your lap you cradle 

the remains of me 

a shimmering 

glowing

ember

gasps escape

and vision fades

quite now as I enter 

the deepest of sleeps

and you keep 

me 

in your arms 

in your lap 

in the heat of our last

moments 

together 

tonight 

I am right 

where I am always hoping

to be 

cradled,

calm 

and complete