She said
you don't understand
it's more than that
it's bliss
it envelops all that was
and has ever been
I said don't be silly
I want to make love
and then I want to ****
I want to play songs on your skin that your lips don't know the words to drink the candlelight in your eyes
get drunk like wine
sweet as
summer
I want to paint goosebumps on your thighs
trace the outline of our future as our shadows
dance on the wall
I want bodies to quake in a thundering rhythm
ships soft as silk under siege by some
unseen storm
I want to color outside the lines of your body
scribble musings with my fingertips
read the response with the rise of your hips
tattoo your curves like there's ink on my tongue
I want to make you hit the high notes that make the sky split open
reach the moment of utopia
where ragged breath is broken
and for a second
gravity consumes the both of us
I want our consciousness to float, made one by unseen forces
while you lay beneath me *******
souls no longer out of focus
and words no longer spoken
rather,
cloaked in
golden hopeful
moments
left to float in some abyss of sacrilegious potency
Your aroma has a pulse
it sighs in my ear
draws me in with scented fingers
between your thighs, beneath your fears
I want to soak in the madness as my sight disappears
and all around us sprout the roots of prayers
unanswered for years
I want to collect the moments I leave you breathless in a jar by my bed
so when the arch in your back leaves you on the cusp of
paradise
and
lust
I’ll crack the lid
and let you feel nirvana like Buddha never did
I wanna pay homage to your eyelids
fluttering in heavy silences
a testament to science how your stomach falls and rises
I’ll savor the way your headboard creaks
take pleasure on a ride through valleys and peaks
I want ecstasy
and movement
to unite
with the clench of your fists
your trembling lips
your sweat as it drips
onto the sheets
A sacrifice of pleasure
and the message is received
embrace the fire of each other now the Gods are intrigued
I want heaven to fade away
seeking solace in the midst of weak and shaky knees
I want to hold you as satisfaction encloses
the walls fold and collapse in on us and all that’s left in the world are
two bodies
the matrimony of synapses and
two bodies
a mattress moaning in the blackness and
two bodies
a matching set of sins and quick gasps and
two bodies
In a flash I relapse and there's no
body
And now I've perused road maps, mused with psychics
read encyclopedias front to back
trying to help find my way to...
to I don't know what
no
maybe it's a who
to help find my way back to the lover I lost my love to
And then when I do
I can finally ask her
how come when we finish there’s no divinity left to hold onto?
You see
***
is my magnum opus, what I live for
why I wrote this
so as I sit engrossed in thoughts that linger and control me
I want to say I picked a lotus
watched in awe as it unfolded
melted sorrows into roses
with one colossus stroke of bones and flesh I learned the road to death
gets bumpy
if you’re lonely.
Magnum opus: the largest, and perhaps the best, greatest, most popular, or most renowned achievement of an artist.