Second guessing my goodbyes cursed us back in February but now it is July. Found myself hot and running full sprint, shirt unbuttoned back to you, you are something. Something to chase and something to hold a flame worth protecting a memory, not yet too old.
It's been 5 years but I still wish you'd touch me again bring back life to my skin. My eyes will grow wide like a deer's blood rush to my ears! For you I am prey, and I hope you know, my dear no one has ever seen me that way never been permitted to stay and to smell my humbling fear.
It happens so deliciously, Slowly Like a fruit engorging as it ripens, Your soft fur rippling my pores, The hairs quiver With the earthy smell of mushrooms That clings to glands and synchronises With the homely warmth of your breath Drugging my throat Infiltrating my defences Choking my responses Prone and prostrate You lost my mind a million times! In your sweetly secreting Mossy garden I’m primed, Under the fig tree which blossoms To the sound of circulation, To the vibrations of rope and buckles, To the poetry you inspire in me.
Some fantasies live on after the connection is lost.
Your grumpy face in the mornings, Your exhausted sigh in the evenings Every late night until late breakfasts, Every sunset that makes us whisper "at last" All that makes us ourselves, all that's true are all the reasons that makes me love you. Catching the sunrise, breathing in the ocean breeze during the heat of summer. Watching the snowfall and embracing the freeze during the hell of winter. Our hands are locked through it all These are the daily, mundane moments I don't mind living with you and leaving with you for every rise and fall.
Please intertwine your routines with mine Won't you spend sunsets with me in the summertime? I am not one to believe in forever after, but I am one with you for all seasons and weather.