I guess...you could be...right...
since when does irrational...pay off...?
And... you have your reasons;
there's a list as long as your arm.
I assume you've thought.this.through.
I'm left to accept...
making love to you... would probably have
been my death;
After all,...just the thought stops my chest.
I realize...your fear is valid;
I'm sure your...taste... would leave me...
starving.
Clearly, you know what you know you know what you
know,...you know...
There was no//where this could go.
I presume you're sure you're correct,...
your voice is my honey,.. but I'm sure
you've got words that could...sting.
You're so certain STOP is more suitable
...and ' irrational ' is too risky;
for sensitive little fishes.
I know you have been here...before...
Chasing the unknown;
But that was a different girl -
You should remember that I'm/not/her;or her;...
I'm thinking you'd like to be convinced this is
wise
~letting it go~
...even though I see the sun/rise in your
eyes...
And I could love you...clean.
You're probably right,...if you so insist...
I'm sure we're.better.off.
Not.
Knowing.

It makes no...sense
...I plead no pretense.
But if honesty is a...fault
...well, then, I own it in spades;
And I'm pleased to have.no.shame.
Because,...darling...
We aren't what.we.need.
...and don't you see the...beauty
In that?
It's all the ...wants {Iwantyou}
..all OF the wants...
Wrapped into one (youmewe)
...and I can't close my eyes...anymore
Without the delicious thoughts...
Of your~skin~on~me;
How I want to trace those freckles with my...
Tongue...
...And map each one.
Just the lightest touch...
To form your body's silhouette;
Drawing portraits of poets from your ribs to
Your feet.
...and there is no rush in this//
And these moments are ours
...and it means everything to kiss//
How I could kiss you for hours.
No, ...my dear...darling
...there is no.sense.in.this.
But if loving needs... logic...
...I want no/part/in/it.

Lips..;
your Mouth...
I want
N
ee
D
...to
Kn
...OW

There was something in the way
she left nail marks in my...
shoulders...
and she rode me for hours...
and she liked to be up against
the shower...
and she told me to dosomethingabout_it...
and she liked to watch my eyes...with me
behind her...
and she begged me to tell her things in her
moment...
and she wanted all that I could give her.
The night we crashed into the table,../with
wine wetting the moments;
and on the carpet in the bedroom.
The way she took me in the kitchen,
{pressed against cool Lemon tiles; with
dinner burning}...
and she thought that I ought to
****/the/brat/right/outta/her...
it was so much to savor...
but knowing how I know her
...what she really needed was someone to
save
...her.

I would thank...you
There is such beauty in your...pain
And there is the...healer in.me.
but the ache let's me know I'm alive
I've loved you in my hea(rt)d
and my hea(d)rt longs to.know.you.more.
I was so rarely lonely...before,...I met you
...and it doesn't/wouldn't/couldn't/won't have
to make sense to anyone,...but me and {maybe} you
//how you seeped into my bones//linger in my mouth//your pirate smile smuggles my thoughts//
And,....tell me now, darling; how do I get
through...tonight...today
{knowing you are out there}
And we con-nect-ed....
SO...ManY...Dots...
andwordsmatter.
When it went  //     silen.t.    //
well...
it just knocked me to the floor...
...and i've been laying/lying/laid/lain there
ever...
...since...

Crossed lines, lines crossed...tangled up in
the sublime...the beauty in so much to
say...trading words and thoughts and
wonderings...each a thread; now binding up
my silly heart...So tied in satin...twisted
bows of truth and longing
and...words...and words and words...I can
not begin to unravel the tightness in my
chest at the thought of your smile...Waking
wish for your eyes on me...and all of the
pretty words...oh my stupid little heart...left
...
hanging...

Slipping do
W
n
The rabbit hole...
Thoughts and wants and thoughts and
wants...
spinning,...gloriously spinning
Can't wipe this...
Smile...off my face just thinking your...name
And your words and your...voice...the
sounds of you...
......burrowed inside of me
And it's Last thoughts and First thoughts and
First and Last, last and first...and waking to
the wet wanting of
your skin all over me...