I think
On an atomic level
We complement one another
Your name scribbled in my genes
(My jeans)
Must explain
This magnetic pull to you
Gravitating
We eclipsed
I was soul searching when I found you
(An object in motion tends to stay in motion)
Looking for my life's map in the stars
But no longer did I need look
I found me in you
(Metaphorically speaking)
You in me
(Literal now)
But it didn't really matter
That our bodies sang in tune
Harmonious
Or our minds rooted into one another
Because no science could really explain
How we met in a moment
Fell in love in eternity
No, no science can explain it
Nor does it need to

You kissed me on the lips
Past slurred words of "I love you"
While I was soundly asleep

It felt so real
The want and the passion
My mouth touching yours
Our breaths pacing
Thoughts filled
And time moving backwards

You kissed me last night
I swear I remember
If you didn't then
Why does my mouth still feel heavy?
From when you pressed body against body?

Your smile
Like a burning image
Ashes that scatter
Gone but clearly remembered
So real
The tension, the presence
You were there
I remember
I remember

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I woke up with the urge
To want to hold you close to me
So I reached out
But instead held onto a hallow hole
An empty bed side and cold sheets
I needed you, the way you needed me
But I was all alone
With an empty heart,
A heartbreaking realization
That it was only a dream

n.j.

I have broken every rule with you
For we have not kept our hands (or our hearts) to ourselves

Blankets, pillows, a black dog, and a cell phone.
Facebook, Twitter, Vine, Gmail, and Instagram.
Shampoo, soap bar, toothbrush,
toothpaste, temperature, and time.
Shaving cream, razor, running water,
advertisements, sensitivity, precision, and cuts.
Burned tongue, empty stomach, loose tie,
missing shirt buttons, beating the clock,
wallet, briefcase, and car keys.
Ballpoint pens, scented trees, fast food wrappers,
loose change, lighters, citations, ***** clothes,
CDs, and napkins.
Red lights, pedestrians, homeless people,
newspapers, billboards, pets on leashes, sewer
grates, crosswalks, skyscrapers, and garbage.
Faxes, printers, memorandums, break room,
prestige, cubicles, customer service, paperweights,
filing cabinets, stocks, and corporate.
Wipers, streetlights, rain coats, dive bars,
and home.
Blankets, pillows, a black dog, and a cell phone.

Stand up for what?
To collapse back down
my ankles turn to water
whenever you're around
I can't stand up
when i don't know what i stand for
like my brain is in the clouds
but my heart is on the **** floor
or a platform
my face is in a sandstorm
and i can't form words
with my lips between your teeth
our bodies now declare war
and my throat begets a siren
that your backbones can't ignore
your shoulders hold me down
while i beg for
just
a
little
bit
more

He tells me he wants to make love to me
He tells me he wants to love each part of me separately and in my entirety
Love the dips above my hips
Where his hands can hold me together
Love the forest of my legs
Where my up and coming feminist refuses to shave
Lose himself between my right thigh and my left
In love.
Aww.
In ***?
But I want him to love the links of my words to my lips
And their ties to my thoughts
And feelings
So much more than my body
I want him to love
The fear in my voice when I say I'm sorry and I need you slips out too
I tell him I already love him so
That the love we've made without the act itself is too great
To taint too soon with lust
Dear,
I say
Must making love to you require my body?
Can I not love you being lost in the web of words you weave in my head with a smile?
Can I not love you serenading you with a drunk midnight poem
(Sounding more like slurred I love you's by each bottle bottom)
Can I not love you staining your name on each page of my journal?
Tattooing it on the forefront of my mind
Can I not love you being cocooned in the depths of your soul
Spilling over into mine
As you fill me with a content
I never knew I could deserve
Before your fingers can even grace my bare skin
Under cover of sheets
I do love you my dear yet without making love to you
And I do want to kiss you
And I do want to make love to you
And be held
A child
Infantile
Needing your touch
For survival
And when our bodies do finally meet
Each hair on mine will rise and commemorate the love we've made
But not yet
My dear
No
We mustn't spoil it
Not yet
For I never knew love and *** were synonymous
And now I wonder if this means my parents were in love
And now I wonder how many people you've loved
Now I wonder if the girl who throws her body at men only wants to be loved
*****
****
*****
I think it funny that these words aren't tacked to men
As they are women
And I understand now
I am an object
I am wrong in all I do
He kisses me
That's so cute baby
You are so very smart
I let him **** me