Twas' awkward.

now
that is my favourite kind of

introduction.

:)

you lay across me as though it is your god given right
and I allow you too, in fact,
I like you there
without you I feel
well, I feel bare,
naked even
so each time you come to me  
I willingly support you, holding up your neck
all the while admiring your complexities, the veins that course down in perfect lines
(I can almost hear blood pumping the music through you) and I can't help but touch them one by one
and I know it's rude to stare but I need to know that I'm doing this exactly
so I hold your body, gently of course
and now, pressed up against you, I feel the curve of your perfection.
I love that you look so innocent to touch
but I know you well
I know your secrets
like
how depending on where I touch you
you'll make these different sounds
and if I get it just right, the way you like
you'll sing to me, music to my ears
and if I stroke you softly, just so,
all your being will come together and make these little harmonies
and you'll speak to me about anything,
about everything
and for hours we'll stay like this
you across my lap
playing these songs
locked in our embrace,
swaying with our tender ways.

To this day I say ---"I'm lost"
Plain and simple
There are no clear directions to be found and  
I haven't a clue.
Where I'm going?
Corners turn into grand adventures found at 90 degree angles
And I find my mind drifting over the solid lines
Blind to the rules we've laid down to keep within
these boxes are my play things  
restaurants to space ships
I may have lost my mind
Or maybe
just maybe
Found it just in time.

I'll look around an empty room
imagining it is full of people
and I'll try to guess how many  
I would really like
I mean really like
And
Sometimes I think all of 'em
and other times I think none
But then I remember that regardless
the answer is
always  
at least
one.