Even though it has been ages
since we've talked
I know I got to you
I seeped under your skin
And I still reside there
Quietly waiting...
For you to feel that itch again
If you would just scratch
You could still feel me

Sometimes
I wish the words my ink create on a page would replicate
the unending love I feel in my limbs
I wish I could explain
Why I fall in love with warm droplets of rain,
the whistling laughter of the wind
the silvery lines painted lightly on the underside
of aspen leaves
and the laughter hidden in the small lines around his lips
Sometimes
I wish I could argue against the tidal wave
of emotion that controls my fingers like marionettes
lifting them gently to caress
the constellations on her cheeks
the freckles on her neck.
The same fingers which trace his curving spine
drawing images of sunlight but
darkened with the heat of anothers skin.
Let me put it this way.
Words are like fire that heat the blood in my veins and allow me to create
a room of clarity in which my love flows free.
I live to laugh and marvel at the beauty
we are captured in every day.
And for some reason
my passion spills over into affection
until water runs like silk into the depths of her eyes
as the tears spill because I've flirted not only with her
but the stars as well.
And even as my body succumbs to familiar touches
my heart flies free basking in the moonlight
the illuminated treetops in which I see his face and which yield
to my smile.
I am reckless
relentless
I spill my love onto anybody who dare trip in my way
I am playing with fire...
And someday,
my heart will learn to control her wild urges
My limbs coordinate themselves
into a dance of freedom
Which calls to the spirits trapped in shadows
and allows the water to run over the skin I have kissed
with only love painting its lips.
Someday...