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
