Poetry

You’re What I Need

If you are tired

Let me lay you down

My hands will murmur soft lullabies

into your hair.

If my feet grow weak

You can carry me.

If the wind and the rain

make you shiver

I’ll shelter you from any storm.

They see me alone and hungry

But only you satisfy my every need

And I’ll be there for you

as you are there for me.

Paying in kisses and gentle words

Take from me as often as you give.

-Aug 2017

 

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In Your Car

I stare at your hand as you drive

butterflies crawling up my throat

I know you dangle your hand between us

as a silent invitation for me

so sweet but yet still I’m scared

because I’ve been turned away

and left behind enough to mar my skin in burning scars.

But you break through my thoughts and these aged walls

with a gentle hand on my knee you soothe my burning

and I wish to lean across the seat and kiss thank yous

on your neck but for now my fingertips do the talking.

-Aug 2017

Love Translations

Fear never seems to choke your words back down

declarations of yearning and compliments

freely flow from your lips.

I wish I could be as open and raw for you

Instead my lips mumble against your neck

and my smile whispers affections.

I hope as you learn me, I can teach you my secret language.

But more than that, I hope to grow as bold for you as you deserve.

You deserve love, loud and resolute. For you, I will scream in an echoing tunnel.

-Aug 2017

I’m a Fish out of Water

On a bench you put your arm around my shoulder

with your thumb tracing the intimate touch on the back of my neck

the soft lapping of water as it kisses the dock cocoons us in this moment

I watch my fingers dance from your hip to your knee

were both building up the courage to go after what we so deeply need.

our bodies humming with shouts of yes but my breathe is as still as prey in the wild

And then you strike, so sweet in your killing.

your delicious taste on my lips as you tug them closer.

and when you pull away I can’t help the plea in my mind

that begs to know how soon I can be killed again.

-Aug 2017

The Feel of You

I love the way you feel that’s why I’m on full body contact press

the way your lips flutter up the side of my neck

and the fire when your teeth sink into my bottom lip

your hand caressing my collar bone before digging into the thick of my hair

my hands move like clockwork from your hips to your ribs to the easing curve

of your neck to the heat of your chest and back again

until there isn’t an inch I have touched.

-Aug 2017