bridge
water alluring
dark, dangerous.
my hands on the bridge
fall at any moment.
secret signals
chemistry unknown.
i always wonder what's there
at the bend of your knee
skin i haven't touched.
my nerves recked, my
concentration scewed
scruples, distractions, regrets.
running my hands over
the faded paint.
and i long for your touch.
incendiary device
***also written years ago, 5/10/04, but the title is new***
when i kiss you-
lips curling swift
but so long lasting-
the whole sky falls down,
the foundations of the city collapse,
the world becomes a jungle
younger, healthier.
when you touch me-
fingers caressing, then unrelentless
one moment followed by a thousand-
my inhibitions shatter.
there is nothing else.
the world belongs to us and
i want to bury you
in the reckage of my kiss.
every moment, every hour-
before we kissed-
i spent with my heart
delicately, obviously
on my sleeve.
i wondered if you wouldn't be here.
until- feeling your hands
in my hair and then you
touching me.
everymoment was hell
beautiful, seductive, secret.
when in your embrace
all these emotions-
chaos, youth, liberation, exhileration, beauty, seduction and
hell-
pass through me and
everything is conquerable.
rose petals (12/12/03)
***i wrote this a long time and have only edited once. it's hard to remember the exact emotions i felt at the time, but i would like to work on this piece more because i really like it. any comments/suggestions would be helpful. thanks x's10.***
rose petals sinking into
all parts of me.
suffocating,
inside my lungs
everytime i think
after every encounter with you
rose petals
lifting my body, my organs,
my veins, and every cell of me.
and lasting for days
afterwards. i am high.
walking side by side
another person, another thing.
the smell of skin and body and blood
thick in my memory as
magnificent as rose petals.
your lips are like
rose petals in a photograph
something i will never touch
made glossy and finished by memory.
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