in
the quiet
still
compactness
of the moment
i taste
the air
hard upon my tongue
reluctant
within my chest
and silently
wait
for you
of you
my fingers dream
unknown curves
untouched knees
thighs
hips
of you
my lips thirst
a mythical taste
that wafts
upon your breath
in my dreams
i dream of your lips
and the laughter that dances behind your eyes
and of the quiet evening
by the fire
when we will talk
together
of how we met
long ago
wish that i were
the kiss upon your lips
to stay
as we part
and sigh
to be
the taste
of our passion
moist
and rich
born of a moment
between us
to dance my hands
around your hips
and across your back
to draw you toward me
so closely
that breath is an effort
to drape your mane
about my face
to trace your shape
with my fingertips
to taste your essence
upon my lips
to feel your very soul
reverberate within me
somehow i know
you would never have even spoken to me
in high school
and that makes you
scary
somehow
i wonder
as we talk
about when i ripened
in your eyes
about when it became okay
to be seen with someone like me
holding you
closely
snuggled tightly
together
and
in that moment
i felt hollow.
utterly unseen
and unknown.
wearing an echo
where i dream my heart to lay.
hearing only my breath
and not the words said to me.
i imagine
waking beside you
eyes half closed
hearing you rise
and watching
your shadow’s shape
move across the room.
entwined
i taste passion
upon your lips
and thirst
would that i could
consume and savor passion
both at once
to utterly know
and to linger
over the warming nectar
that we kindle between us
beneath a sky
dappled with stars
i tasted you
upon my lips
chocolate
could not hope to compare
i will not
dream of
maypoles
and mud
though
upon her lips
lives
sun-baked
earthen
love
just
not for me
I sit here
still
and am satisfied
by the thought of you
and how it washes
over me
warmly
and slowly.
