Your hands are posed up in front of your body,
as if you are warding off bad things.
But your face is waiting.
Fingers come up to meet yours,
weaving themselves around you.
They are my own.
Our palms press against each other,
a fire igniting beneath us.
The white blue flames licking our toes.
How can a simple touch
feel so rewarding?
I lean in so the tip of my nose grazes the stubble,
stiff, but I can still feel the softness of skin
below your jaw.
I want to take that skin in between my teeth
and ****
and make you want me more.
But this isent about ***
No, this is so much more.
I inhale that intoxicating scent.
A scent that can't be described as anything but you.
Just a simple smell, so intense
that it wraps its self around my chest
and squeezes, until I release my breath.
Unable to hold on to it any longer.
Your arms move around my waist
and they are pulling me in closer.
But im drifting.
Blackness is consuming you
while my ears are perking,
ajusting to a horrible high pitched noise.
I roll over,
shifting under my stiff cold sheets.
A green 7:00am flashes in the dark
as I embark on another day without you.

With herb and sage this man cometh the age as her love stemed his rage. Like star dusts bright It lit up the night. In a timeless world they saw ghostly enterties. Which out lived there realities. As naked butterflies took flight. Just as the sun shined yellow in a fevered meadow. Limestone streams run past forest's made of green. To be seen not heard. While boys and girls can't be silent. When tempers flare to boil your minds. Ajusting your angry on miserable days. Through swelling nights as we endure so much frighten sights. While we're brought back to earth to do what's right.