you would think
maybe once
you would break your back
for me
because I
already
paralyzed myself for you

How did you manage to open up my closed-up heart? Did you not notice the big bold red "SOLD" sign bolstered to the door?

Or did you perhaps slip in through one of the windows?

And why did you simply ignore the contents thereof? Did fate lead you to the empty little room at the back? Away from the clutter and noise that my life has stored?

That is my favourite room, you know. My little "getaway". Little did I know that on that day "getting away" meant running straight into your arms.

I resisted at first, of course . . The familiarity of the room was replaced by your presence. . . by the unexpected familiarity of you . . .

And day by day I would return to that haven, and still, you were there, waiting.. until you became such a part of my daily routine that I stopped resisting and started looking forward to my stolen moments of "solitude".

I can hardly remember the days without you in it . . and that room would seem awfully empty and lonely without you.

Please stay!

White shining sunlight through my bedroom window,
The warmth tugging at the sheets,
Turning to greet the morning, I'm aware of your shadow,
Your body, your lips, a good morning kiss.

Your manly scent enfolds me, your hot breath in my ear,
Safely tucked against your heaving chest,
Birdsong pulls us from our dreaming, hear
your soft sigh, your rough chin on my hair ......... bliss.

you are still far too
close for comfort
even though you are states away
8 hours
and 500 miles
between us
is not enough space
i can still feel
the magnetizing force
that brought us together in the first place
I have taken out every piercing
made sure every hole has closed up
my jewelry has not since been worn
and yet the pull
of you
gets more intense
with every step I take farther away

Of you,
I speak of
softest petals, always kissing
flowers, full bloom
wet drops, your reddened lips
pour darkest cherry wine
all the day, watercoloring
my skies