The Fall Is So Much Sweeter

images
burned in my head
imprinted permanent
on a screen or on my heart
and they always stay there
they won’t leave, ignoring my commands,
i shout “go away” and they laugh and sink deeper,
for i have been claimed,
even if only i know this,
i have been claimed

much is left unsaid in the marking,
it just happened,
it just is,
words have yet to be invented
nothing worthy enough,
and there is power in naming a thing,
so stay silent and flow
steady and strong, twist with the wind,
prepare to jump at any altitude
eyes wide open

the fall is so much sweeter
when you know where you are landing

 

 

 

 

Treasure

perceptible only to me,
a breath released from a distant dream
rouses my body,
that hint of musk, detectable from all others, travels
through the frigid, penetrates my ice
and i am liquid fire, murmuring in my sleep,
dancing in my dreams
slithering around you,
your perfect skin a map,
my tongue desperate to explore,
slowly, thoroughly, nibbling my way to your treasure
and i am combustible,
and i am supple, i am flexible,
but most of all,
i am yours 

For Now

from a distance i feel,
your energy
slipping deep deep inside
and i sizzle, ‘
low growl and i hear,
your voice
revving in the back of my mind,
it slides to the front until
nothing
else
exists
but sensory perception and heat memorable and
the distance is gone,

i feel that silent promise,
because,
nothing said allows no finger-pointing you know,
it’s taken for granted, justifiably so i’d say,
and all the better for the endgame, don’t you think?
everything bounces out of synch mostly,
except when it doesn’t,
then a tiny bubble of perfection,
timeless, endless, enough,
i float, painfree and drawn to your
spark, electric tickles my spine
lower, lower still,
giggles and moans
and the meltdown is complete
for now