I make lists of things that I think will make me somehow better at life the things that I need the things that I like the ones that feel right and I find every first line holding your eyes your hands your face your name and my heart is afraid desperately trying to quickly erase to start over to replace the ache that I feel I avoid avert appeal to my lonely aching soul to let you to leave you to make you go a fresh page blank lines pen set and I drag it down then across and I know... I know I know... that this list is my truth and my heart has been lost
I am looking for a little bit of romance I am weak for it in need of it the sweet of it a confection of care and feelings with delicate textures buttery vestures heartfelt melt in my mouth gestures I want kindness wrapped like ribbons in my hair lace edged everything warm low lights soft heat gentle pressure urging pleas of please lavender and velvet soft at the back of knees plush lush rugs to caress my spine to beg me to recline strawberry jam on golden spoons under a golden moon hung low in the sky stars glowing the indigo blanket of night the soft pastels of dawn sun casting gentle shadows on a verdant lawn checkered blankets wicker hampers a day blue and bright hands in hands soft smiles bubblegum blushed cheeks subtle glances asking all the things I need flowers flirting ...
Soot stains my tongue from the ash remnants of the fire we made the blaze in our wake fingers black, trails down the back of my spine now singed tinged with the time taken to grind bones down slow I, mortar you pestle nestled at the base of me settled sweet drawing ache from me working circles smoothing soothing surfing at the wake of me sheets steeped the sweet tea of wet sex sweat salt sea I imagine we look like shadows charcoal on canvas smudged soft spread across all our angles with abandon with fervor ravenous for flesh teeth bared mouth begging to be fed the slow simmer of glances becomes actions kisses are kindling igniting inviting heat builds burns bright brighter blinding we explode stars in our throes cries in our throats tears spill hot dampen darken embers taper to glow walls coated in gold we red...
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