The way my heart beats
as I look over and see your
face,
lit by nothing but the inconsistent
flickering of that
street light.
It’s as if it is ready to leap
straight through my chest.
Our skin, still lingers with the scent of rich espresso.
A scent that my brain will forever connect with, you.
The outline of your arms are forever etched into my memory,
leaving my fingertips numb at our departure.
Your rugged hands trace their way across my fragile body
like wanderers in the night,
we come,
and we search,
for a happiness, and a peace.
A peace that I have come to crave.
As smoke consumes my lungs, exhalation has never been so bitter.
My brain struggles to believe any of this is reality
and ever so swiftly, my body, your body, draws me back to
now.
And it is a touch that I crave to never end.
A touch that has made me feel again, made me believe again, made me desire again.
So, until the bitterness consumes my soul,
I will feel
I will believe
and I will desire
so immensely for your touch,
for your rugged hands to trace my body.
And for my ever-so-numb fingertips to never fade.
Let lust forever be the name between our lips.