It's Zenobia

He singes wishes On my skin Early In the morning Under the honest Light Of the sun So that they Can’t be undone Or misunderstood So I know That this Is How he sees me Real Open With no hope of Hiding All the me That he Loves With the need Of his tongue At a measured Pace He takes His quiet language In it’s strength And writes it Lightly All along the length Of my trembling Flesh Breath Fixed in my best Attempt To not disturb The beast I see In the back Of those eyes That shine For no one else But me Despite my secret need To see it be Unleashed I keep hands Still At my side And my eyes Cry tears That spill At the high That he wills From my mind At the arch He fashions Of my spine An architect Blueprints designed To map Measure Melt My heart With his lines His language His words And God help me I can’t help it That I love How it hurts How I needed Someone To force my hand To make me face Myself Like this Unplanned Undone No makeup Or covers tucked Around This naked flesh Just me The way...

It rained last night The smell of wet concrete Was sweet A reminder  Of something  I need  Something I see Behind my eyes When we speak  Something new Washing away  The week  The month  The years Undone  By the gentle crush  Of pounding  Rain  Revitalize  Regain  The strength it takes To maintain  My composure Over the phone for  Just a little while Cause we are  Far  Apart  For just a little while  Longer  Lips  Lasting only because  Of the strength  Of what was  Right before  You went away  Right before  I realized that I  Maybe wanted you  To stay  Cool breeze doesn’t Cool needs  But instead  Moves me  To decidedly delicate debauchery Like you’d do it  Soft  Slow  So  I moan  So my breath  Forgets  Itself Then lets itself Out in a rush From  My wet pleading mouth  Now  Now...

I guess we could be something else if that's what you think you need  If that's what will bring you p eace I'm not gonna be the villain it's cool if you need to leave And anyway everyday walking on eggshells i s hell on these feet  And I never asked for forever , w hatever we had w as on lease A couple of nights, at least t hat's all I thought w e would be  But you seemingly needed much more right before You decided you needed to breathe , b ut baby I'm able to free You from any holds h aving your hands held tight behind your back Your freedom was always i ntact a nd I've never been sorry f or that And in fact, I never asked if the nights w ould be leading to days  You can go we both know I didn't you ask you to stay Never had any designs o n your life i t's alright if you’re ready to change You’re sitting here asking for space, but it’s honestly safe just to say  That we were both clearly on two different planes  We’re two different da...

He says he is so lucky And when I ask Why His reply -Because you like me And I Have found an unlikely Happiness In the mess That I call life He is right At the edge of My outstretched arms And he warns That he will indeed Be The first one To take a step forward And I Am floored And simultaneously Stuck, feet firm on the floor Mouth open Tongue tied Words try to form Anything but fictions No lie Heart quickens This is Exactly what I wanted So then why Am I Scared Bared By his honest open stare -I really like you -I think we’re so good Together We take in the silence While it’s Still Fresh I wet My lips To prepare A little bit of something Resembling a response I’m on A cloud Something in my head Screams Clear Loud Now Say yes Say that you too want a taste Of this Of something New Say something To fill the space And take A chance Be bold Be brave And if nothing else Just say That you feel the same That you too Are going to stay And all of that fear Can be dealt with On some other Unlucky...

I write poetry Ink On my thighs Bared But for the look In your eyes You trace letters Words Beneath Your fingers Asking why I’ve given up On paper Possibly An excellent question But it doesn’t lessen My intent To press Ink On the places That I wish You knew Were yours Haikus Gently scribed On the inside Of my right thigh About Moonlight And how you like The way My skin glows Different Than yours Warm Honey and blush Like the natives Hair dark Like dusk that's impatient When it comes  Sweeping in  Down the naked It'll touch I leave words For you To follow To read The heart I keep hidden Spilling ink On my thighs To lessen The hurt Of the absence Of my Ability To speak To be Honest About my feelings Stealing Just moments Of your time As you skim Line After line Off my prime And ready Skin Ink to end Sentences That threaten At my lips When You read into me More Than I can give  Ink that stains The promise From my lips On wet Flesh At my hips Ink In sync With my wants Hauntin...