Saturday, January 29, 2011

seeds

and so it is
you and i sir, somehow we managed to find something worth holding onto
and last night we held each other
-not just with words and concepts our spirits have been clinging to
odd hours of morning and star kissed evenings
constructing and destructing new road ways to the soul
to actualizing dreams and hopes
believing in one another, hence leading to the belief in one's self
-no
last night we reached for each other with hands and lips
on inner thighs and neck lines
fingertips ran across skin over that muscle in the middle of your chest
as if to ask your heart to dance with me for a little while
our palms caressed each other's palms as slumber came to visit our heavy eyelids
and wrapped in your arms... there was no other place i wanted to be
even if it was on a couch in an apartment once sparse
but then brimming with these almond eyes visions
of mannequins and furniture and drums and lights
computers and projectors, tarps and paint
your beautiful face so very close to mine
whispering sweet everythings in my ear while i try to avoid your mouth
so south you move with your tongue and those willing eyes
reading the lines between my legs
and she soaks without you touching her

... and then you did

connection made love over cloth and just the merest bit of your fingertip entered my temple
and that was enough for me to moan sensations into your dreads setting me into a prayer
of please don't stop
because your hands felt like they were supposed to fit on my body and every move along my back
and along my leg felt safe like you knew that was how you were supposed to touch me
yet spontaneous like you were just learning how to
like you'd never touched a woman before
your hands clean and virginal feeling every sensation of every crevice the length of my twenty-nine years
and those humble lashes falling upon my face
i draw my fingers across your brow hugging your doubt and facing this risk with you
and with an exhale i say 'this too shall pass'
and with an inhale you say 'this too shall grow'

so i sit and i write these words now
out of order, just feeling it in the moment
and i still smell you on my skin as i brave this new day

touching a man so deep without actually touching him
taking that rocket ship to bliss without even boarding the rocket
wow
what an awe-filled trip

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