his hands trailed down my body like november rain
slow and steady, with purpose, with passion
and before my body knew how to react, we were one.

my heart swells in my chest.
i'd craved this for so long.
i rarely pray

but in this situation i mutter of deities,
breathless, i praise a god i don't believe in
and treat pleasure like religion.

Maybe that's what
I should do.
Step back and
let distance take
its toll.

I don't have
time to have
my heart broken
again.

I'm falling in
love with you
and I don't
know how to
stop.

I told her there was very little of me left to love,
and with glassy blue-green eyes she replied
*There is enough

Fireworks splattered across the copious firmament
But no sparks erupted in the crevasses of my arteries
Deafening screams and clamorous cheers shook the night
But the gentle wind whispered no promises
There were flames, colossal flames
But the arctic frost still blanketed my ribs
And there was smoke, every contact produced smoke
But fire hasn't kissed the gaps between my knuckles

There was everything
In everything, there was nothing
And in nothingness, I breathe.

In nothingness, I clutch the sheets.

Amongst the sapphire roses
The stems dance along the dust
That spreads on winds of you

Morning came like the past
Beating down a mountain valley
Conjuring up a lovers rally
Could we dally upon subtle dreams?
A kiss planted inside the skin
No makeup could change its view
A façade I bid adue

A world where you are you

And I
Loving the plum blossoms
That formed upon your skin
Nature causing beauty to be natural
Not transformed into potions
Built by peoples emotions
For we learned to love the river
A purest source of freedom
That drifts along your rivers roots
That I bloomed to love

You became nature
And I learned how to photograph with my eyes

My body sounds like an ocean
Like waves kissing the shore
The way my flesh stretches round my bones
In an embrace that whispers “till death”
Like a lover who chooses herself
I have picked you over and over
And like the shoreline
I
Will
Never
Stop
Chasing
You

In Florida sometimes it rains so hard
that you believe that it can't possibly stop,
that it will just rain and rain forever.

Sometimes I'd wake to a storm late at night,
and I'd sit out on the porch.

You could smell the lightning, and the coolness of the storm would
make your hair stand;
I'd feel so alive.

Some nights I'd go out, and my father
would be sitting on the porch already.
Lost in the storm
or maybe
called to it.
We wouldn't talk,
but we'd be lost together
in the rain and thunder.

Sometimes I wonder what of him
is left in me.
I am not sure
if I am more afraid of there being
very little
or of there being a great deal,
but when it rains
I think about him on that porch;

I'm not worried about being a fool in front of you
I've planned your leaving a million times over
I even have the date of the last time I'll see you
But I'm not all that sad; I seek comfort in knowing that like me you are a poet and poets don't forget the things that made them feel so much
You've done so much good for me I'm not sure how I wont be able to think of you and be filled with joy
Although there is a part of me, no matter how big or small, that loves you,
I know you may not be the last one
Because you helped me see that there was much more than the last man I gave my heart to.
And if there's someone more than him who says there can't be more more than you.
Unless you are the last one; I guess I wouldn't really mind that either.

Currents
of electricity
tiny pulses that
barely roll off
my skin
my skin, shivering
not from cold
only vibrations
just under
your lips
that are near me,
not touching
your eyes on me,
slaking thirst
your stare
penetrating
your hands
in the space of thickness that grows
between flesh
up against the wall,
breaking it down
the heat that opens up
between us
is like lava
and its liquid
pulls me in
then
all is a rush
my cheeks in pink blush
in this private universe
just our breathing
pulse quickening
tiny tongue curls
wetness melting
I am a pillar of fire
your touch the slow burn
as I writhe upon
this stake of desire
imprinting my loneliness
with your need
stirring up my inner forces
with the power
of your
          giving