i want your arms on my body
wrapped tight
close knit.
i want to feel you inside me
so deep
perfect fit.
allow your tongue to explore me
as my lips keep you company
all of my fears have erased
i want to feel you on top of me.

i hate to wonder what if,
but what if?
what if i am never allowed to taste your lips?
what if the flame is lost before we spark a match?
what if your heart is closed,
the most restricted latch.
what if your smile has faded?
& you are tired of waiting?
what if your love is out of patience for me?
what if our eyes,
they never formally meet?
what if i never get a chance to hear you snore as you sleep?
what if our bodies never touch?
what if we’re somehow out of luck?
not a moment
to hold you close,
or a single second
to show you
that you mean the most? ...

who says that storms can’t be beautiful?

She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell

opportunity knocked;
well
it banged.
awaking me from the sweetest dream of all the things that aren’t,
but could have been.
can they still be?
with hardened dribble on my cheek,
i groaned
“who’s there?
come in.”
hovering over me,
possessing feelings of mere affection
he just stood there.
i felt him
but i never looked up.
see,
i figured
if he wanted my company
he would have made it clear to me.
instead he stood embracing me,
steady mocking the mess i had made of myself.
he didn’t even offer to help.
not a small word or
a shy good luck.
not a simple you’re beautiful,
or demand to get up.
nothing.
he seemed scared.
was i that much of a monster?
a vicious scene to be feared?

i am deep in relations
with a deeper meaning;
familiar to a larger view
of a picture that most
can only see a spec.
so when i’m distant
don’t you take it
as a form of disrespect,
or neglect.
my space
is required,
my ability to function
is in compliance with
my ability to be silent.
in solitude
i confide and
they say no man is an island,
i am an island,
isolated.
separated.
never to be integrated.