moments in silence
turned to minutes,
turned to hours,
turned to days.
waiting for you to open your mouth to speak
or to put it against my own.
it could have been a lifetime
but I was patient.
I thought of kissing you,
of struggling against my impulses to hold you so tight you couldn’t breathe.
I thought of if you wanted more than sweet kisses,
or long kisses, or fast kisses, or hungry kisses, violent kisses,
or kisses that made you dizzy.
left you wet.
I thought of if you wanted more than that and you begged me to give it to you.
I wouldn’t be reluctant, or shy. I would take you without a word,
without hesitation.
I would pull your clothes off quick, being careful not to tear them,
as few scars as possible if you regret it later.
and you would undress me, placing a hand on my chest and
working your way down my throat.
then we’re both lying there in our underwear, equal bodies.
we roll, pressing skin to skin and interlocking warm mouths.
my fingers find the small hooks of your bra and undo them.
your breasts fall out and I hold you away from me, on top of me and breathless,
so that I can stare at your perfect form.
goddess in body and air, each
detail of you is without a word that sounds pretty enough.
imprints of angels, my heart picks up and we fall together.
fall seamlessly up and down to the rhythm of quickening pulses,
catching stellar floods of color beneath our pressured skin in the corners of our eyes.
as we sway, each piece of us lines up,
legs tangle together.
I can feel the warmth between your thighs,
flames dancing, suspended from the tips of our lungs,
the tips of our tongues.
and I explore every curve and shape of your body,
intent on that space hanging from your hips.
you wait for it without fear because you know where this ends,
you wait and inhale each moment of ascension.
certain parts of the room stay in focus while others go
as you roll your neck and hold tightly to yourself.
every second of foreplay caught beneath our fingernails,
as I slide your panties down your legs and you gently take off my boxers
and we’re both naked.
together.
I take that first step
into you.
my arms cover you all at once, we surrender what distance is left between us
and weave these burning bodies together.
a balanced motion, repeating ourselves gracefully.
passing in and out of consciousness
as we inhale, exhale.
serene patterns of light form on the backs of our eyelids.
it’s every moment we close our eyes.
I catch my breath and whisper things like “I love you.”
and with all my heart, I do.
see that, in this.
see it in every clash of our chests as they try to keep in time with our hips.
in our cheeks as they pass each other,
hoping time will stop so they can have a moment to themselves
to blush together, young loves.
respond in breaths cut short by little climaxes vibrating in your bones.
orgasm, hush.
it can wait until morning.
the anodyne in our crossed legs rises and falls,
calm seas of opal meet and spill over,
watercolors run together.
warm rushes we’ve been chasing all night,
we’re home.
fragile hands collapse and our eyes shut down.
soft kiss goodnight.
our bodies fit perfectly as we fall asleep.

starving.
i want to write but I just don’t have the energy this evening. Too hot.
dear you, come make smores and put on a movie and dim all the lights and build a fort and cuddle in it with me, please. thanks.

home 

in about half an hour for the weekend
not stoked at all 
Ohwell, I’ll use the time to write;
Someone talk to me while I’m gone so I don’t get bored out of my mind