Waking Dreams and Other Collisions (May 2017)
In the blue-grey predawn fog,
You flicker between the sheets, aglow, pink.
I smell lavender, and I am a green-eyed wolf
Powerlessly creeping toward your fire.
It's cold Here,
And I am feeling empty.
And It's so warm There,
And you are painting the room with your rose light,
And I am panting, and need to escape the night.
I am hot breath in your ear,
You are fingers clenching my dark chocolate hair.
Would I be reaching, if my hand slid up
Miles of lean, sun-drenched stems to your roots?
The sticky smack of wet lips
That do not want to let go,
You turn into my pressure and, locking hips,
We melt like Sonoran snow.
We're losing a part of each other in each other;
More than red flesh under fingernails,
Or superficial tears, we're collecting bits
From rolling around with each other:
Teal and gold transfer marks on our souls.
It is clear:
How incomplete we were without them.
So now I want to tattoo your name on my skin,
So I will never have to be without you again.
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