When I slip into my lingerie
It means I am partially ready
But not to have my womanhood plucked open
For that would involve
The subliminal **** of
The underside of my skin
I do not want to be deflowered
Lest the festering corpses in my closet
Are expulsed to be
Too varnished,
Too synthetic,
But I want
Your head to shyly probe within the
Musky walls of my inner galaxy
While I embrace the
Tendons of my muscles
Yawned open like the convulsing lips
Of an exposed fish
Before it dies

Nerves
Rushing and tingling through my body
Standing on the edge ready to jump

Deep breath
I’m a balloon expanding with air
I’m light as a feather
Tethered to the ground
My feet and legs are grounded
My head is floating

Chin up and shoulders back
Briefly closing my eyes
Feel the tension of expectation
Relax, as though slipping into a warm bath

The air gains pressure,
Waiting to burst free
Let it go
Flowing as effortlessly as a breeze
With the energy to become a storm

I expose my soul
Releasing unbridled emotions
Love struck, Heartbroken, Forgotten
I feel and express it all
On my voice flows pure emotion

The end is near
The last remnants of air escape from my lungs
They linger in the room,
Unobtrusively fading to silence

The strings of this marionette are cut
I return to reality
The walls once more conceal my soul
A bittersweet longing to go back
As a single tear rolls down my face,
I smile--a soft, secret smile

.

I saw your eyes among the stars
     a twinkling midnight dream
even the full moon could not outshine,
       and drifting on a comet’s tail
  I chased them across the universe
           *hoping for just one more glimpse

The chin is where I'll begin.
Round, similar to a bubble, though able to touch.

To the lips, full and raw.
They say yours are a door to ones heart.
Together, the mouth that tells secrets and lies to keep those you love.

Jawline symmetrical like a pair of birds wings. Watch them tense then fly.

A check so soft that I need to feel it over and over to prove its existence.

Above, the nose, so you can smell the honey cinnamon nectar on me, attracting you like a bumblebee.

Then our eyes. Yours brown like melted chocolate and mine ice blue. They met and in that second I felt a deep and profound connection.
Faces.

He plays with my hair until his fingers get tangled,
I keep them there in fear that it's the last thing keeping us connected.