I have felt the ticklish breeze
Cross over my face and run through
My hair like rye
Seen the credits role and waited
On the repetitive
Unglamorous
Menu screen
All the while waiting for a sequel
I am listening to the droplets
Forming stalagmites
And standing, guilty, in a puddle
My life is changing
Skipping forward
Chapters at a time
Sometimes
And patiently breathing on chaotic mountaintops
Sometimes
The main event:
Reoccurring and threaded
Ever so pleasantly
Through the pages
And templates of my everyday
However
Would be that the best of howevers
The gusty bustling
Cluster fuck
That I have come to know so gently
Sometimes its just moonlight
Tickling the curtains
And cold January breezes seeping
That cause your forearms to goose bump
And just seeing that transition
The proven breath of life full action
Run across your skin
Makes me jealous in ways that cannot be blamed
On infidelity nor electronics
But of skin cells
Holding tight
To hold you in
I want inside
Or you outside.
How unfair to ask death or sex
To a person incapable of controlling emotions
Damn me all to hell and back
But I want closer.
And isn't that the ultimate scream of the lover?
if nothing but...
I am at a plea to not just watch your freckles
Dance as you laugh and keel
And pull back in a confused and scared place
Of moving right back into a belly laugh.
No,
I don't ask to watch your beauty markings
And perfectly places symmetries experience
Life
I ask to experience that
Life
With them.
Sunlight comes soon enough
To melt the hearts of winter.
What happens to the fern, ever green
Through winter
But an even greener bloom?
I am grateful for your greenery
I am not satisfied to stop.
So squeeze me, for lack of
A better word.
There is rarely a better word anyway.
I am struggling here to find the placement
Of sounds as we stand.
So
Shut the fuck up
And squeeze me
Until I melt into you
Or we die there
Together.
There are two outcomes:
Death or sex
Unfair,
But asked of young lovers
Impatient to get at what’s good for the getting.
We have both been bad.
Only the good die young.
Squeeze me
Until I am your freckles.
