My hair falls softly Caressing the curves of my shoulder The smell of coffee runs up the stairs to greet you Hummingbirds hover Saying soft hellos the flowers woven upon my balcony I press the French down slowly Letting the grains resist my urgency Just milk, he says. Pitter patter falls the rain Jose Gonzalez fills the kitchen My denim shirt falls open Carelessly buttoned I shiver The sun has not yet reached my cabin The logs still hold the night The rain falls gently, then fast. Like Mother Nature’s finger tips Drumming away on the roof Where did the inside sheet run off to? I pull you close We are too tangled to start a fire Drinking each others’ body heat Murmuring nonsensical romance Nine days? It can’t be. The creek beside my cabin rushes wildly Tormented by the rain A wood pecker drills away in the distance All I feel is your lips drift upon my spine My soul curls Gasps in sweet delight Tightens itself And lets go into the abyss Strength within surrender Kissing away hours Finger tips glide between thighs Pillows astray As we meet between the sheets I find your mouth Again and again And again. He leaves fresh cut wildflowers on every window sill purple lilies on the doorstep whittles the day away palms full of splinters my heart warms quietly in my chest can one eat kisses? I’m starving for your lips and they just left mine.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 18:21:43 +0000
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