there is no
self control
in something so terribly
                       delicious
in this tangle of bodies
with swollen lips and
crushing kisses

tonight i crave
your teeth and
(biting            licking
              tasting)tongue
don’t­ stop

leave me drenched in sweat and wanting(more)

maybe
i shouldn’t have
broken your heart
that time i said
‘we should just be friends’

i’m kind of regretting it

maybe
when you say
‘i miss you’
i shouldn’t say
‘me too’

i’m not sure this is a good idea

maybe i shouldn’t
try it again
because i couldn’t take it
if you hated me
for hurting you
twice

i’m thinking that
maybe
i should keep this to myself

my head splits

I try to keep my thoughts inside
but they insist on spilling out
and showing my secrets to the world.
every color
shape and
shadow
every light illuminates
what I don’t want
seen

they run through my fingers like sand
when I try to shove them back in

they float away on the slightest breeze
eddying and swirling
on currents of air
that meet and kiss then break apart
each wisp of thought carried away
each dream and half-formed idea
out in the world for all to see

I press my hands to my face
I press and hold
and try to trap

i think that
if i held your hand
yours would swallow mine
whole
and i think i’d like that

i think that
i could fit
perfectly
in the curve between your neck and shoulder

i think that
i could wake up with you
and watch the sun
play lightly on your face,
the only caresses other than my own
to warm your skin (it hurts so much to deny you this)

i think i’m sure i want you

i want my hair
knotted in your fingers
and i want my skin
to meld with yours
i want to feel your lips
leave a trail of heat
every place they
touch

i want my heart pounding
lungs gasping
muscles clenching
body sweating (but it hurts too much to give you this)

the violence of a sudden storm--
and i can smell the bright
         metallic
                  heat
of electricity racing through the air,
while the quick staccato of raindrops
echoes the pounding in my veins and
my blood sings in
response to the growling bass
of thunder that rolls slowly out of
savage grey clouds.

clothes melt to my skin,
i long to peel them off
bare myself
to the wind
that screams through the trees--

soaked and laughing
i shed my innocence
twirling under the feral sky

a lazy afternoon in the sun and
since your smile is all the warmth i need
i think about you always and
time should stop (for us)
             don’t you think?


in those frozen minutes or

hours or

days,
an exploration would be in
order
to sail unknown seas and
all the better if they
are turbulent because
the thrill of
being soaked to the bone and
the exhilaration of your screams might
be enough to tell you the beginnings of
how i feel while
i battle the urge to trace and
memorize the familiar paths
your fingertips take that
discover new ways to cause shivers and
electrify me

i lose the fight with my lips and
for one delicious second
time stops (for us)
             don’t you think?