Come into me.
Run your hands along my curves
And fill me tenderly;
I’ll welcome you.
By rhythmic passion stroke me,
Do it with your loving fellow.
Rush me with aggression
And then touch me with affection.
Make me sing, my darling.
Hold me close and make me moan.
We’ll lean in to waves of pleasure
and ride.
Let a grand swell rise.
With tantric tingles through our skin,
We will bask until again.

Swinging with might from a light thin string
Going quickly from one side to the other
Syncopated with the muscle’s beat
But poised to drop no matter where.
I can’t seem to slow the momentum.
Sparks ignite its rhythmic sway
And your eyes create them,
Your voice, your touch.
I want to sway with you
forever. Then sometimes
as you reel in the line
I want to flee
but I’m hooked.

You bring out the worst in me.
I love you, really I don’t.
How did we get to where we were?
I forget the path we took..
Most time spent “together”
void. Too many moments..
Tangled in limbs and sheets
but not each others’ minds.
Failing to dissect each neuron
until we knew everything.

Surrounded and seduced
by hollow words, I am
consumed with vulnerability,
pushing forward prematurely,
only to recoil almost instantly..
Caught in whirlwind we were.
Turning the calm into a storm
when maybe it could have just drifted..
beautifully.
If only we had trusted.

If only you had not betrayed mine,
had given release to that which passed,
and embraced me in our present.
Finally ready to tread waters
only waded before,
and quickly deserted in fear.
You
who I was ready to swim miles for.
An unlit candle, finally
found the flame to its wick.

Cracked the white shell,
you took full advantage
beyond what you were allowed.
Keeping it for your own
upon your surges of desire.
Feeding me pathos
from the shallows of your..
soul, buried deep in the core
of the cave in your chest,
only to be unearthed by the brew’s shovel.

Tenderness.
Something you knew not of.
Nor patience, consideration, selflessness.
And by your body
was torn my most sensitive skins.
Words followed that broke more.
Innocence willingly, thoughtlessly given.
Taken was more, offered to help create.
Hands chosen to lay a foundation,
that crumble it before it is built.

Wait.
Stop.
Just gimme a sec.
When did my feet leave the ground?
Because last time I checked
I was down,
down there,
there on the ground.
I was calm
I was clear
I thought I had found
a chance,
myself,
I had just emerged now
from a tunnel so long,
so dark,
beats me how.
Wait.
Stop.
Just float right here.
A cocoon just cracked,
and I have a strange fear
of the butterflies
flappin' 'round in here.
'Cause I'm still just a tad unclear
When the hell
did my feet leave the ground?
I've been swept up
when I just came down.
And aren't views supposed to be clearer up high?
'Cause my vision got hazy
Now that my head's in the sky.

I have this note.
A little note
on yellow paper,
with a young man's signature.
I keep this note.

I have this note.
A blank note.
Yes, there are words.
But they are empty.
Nothing from the heart expressed.
Over and over, I read this note.

I have this note.
The only note.
A single lasting artifact
of a romance gone by.
Yet still, the note survives.

I have this note.
A damaged note.
Ripped in two;
like me from you.
I keep the pieces of this note.

I have this note.
A months-old note.
Scribbled, signed & torn; mine.
A cold reminder of harder times.
But I cannot come to trash this note.

Do not tell me I am shy.
I am not. No lie.
But as is the ideal way,
as for what it is I'd say?
I've no clue..
'cause who are you?
Such pressure on first impressions.
And as these thoughts
'round my head fly
my tongue ties.
Get it together,
come back down.
'Cause friendships found
take time.

Elusive.
Cunning.  
Effected by nothing
and sparked by no one.
Spontaneous,
yet constant.
It may hide when you want it,
appear when you do not.
It comes with haste,
or slows its pace.
A child mischievous,
rebellious,
innocent, oblivious.
To force the hand of change,
like paper tossed to air...
A direct path it does not take.