coffee bitter sweet chocolate drizzle whipped cream. Savory on your tongue.
Too bad I'm out of filters.
The steam warms my lungs. A fresh breath of you starves off the cold. You speak and words spill out of your mouth like a ******* messiah. I grasp the chalice of your lips and swill the infinity of combination between my teeth. Twenty-six letters taste like gold. Milk and honey. Christmas Dinner. The thought of fingers burning poetry against my skin makes me sweat.
It's fall. Big surprise I'm thinking of you. When the leaves tremble in winds that sting. I imagine you doing the same and I'm seduced by the thought. It would be so nice to know the veins of your form. To feel your fragility in intimate terms. To fold you over between the pads of my fingers- find your weak spots. Lines plowed in skin from desperate fingernails leave trenches perfect for warfare. I turn you up from your clavicles to your ankles.
Maybe it doesn't have to be so violent. Maybe it can just be cold and we can enjoy the intimacy of a night on the porch with a big blanket.
We'll ***** down ***** to our souls.
You can sit in my lap and I can swim in your eyes while we both manage to stay warm under the stars and the comfort of twenty-six letters.
Would it be better if I hid everything underneath a metaphor or simile?
Like thick suffocating blankets that muffle my true meaning and stamp out light, leaving you clutching at wisps of air- untangling what I'm trying to say?
Would it be best if I told you the truth and said that you use your hair effectively as a weapon? A cluster of ever-changing colored swirls where I can spiral into my own personal ****.
Your arms are millions and millions of jellyfish- soft, passive, dangerous. Inviting. I've never wanted to be cradled more.
Do you want me to promise that I still think about the cataclysmic infinity of your emerald eyes? A Garden of Eden. If I believed in God, I'd say Adam and Eve took comfort within them. And just like Adam and Eve, realize what it feels like to be cast out. When love became punishment. When rules were broken. When there was nothing left to feel but loneliness and shame.