My hands wander along you, they may seem nomadic at times, but I always roam with purpose, noting what safe harbors you hold. What places rest in shadows and wait for one specific torch to illuminate you entirely from the inside, what chambers patiently ache to...
poem
The Divinity of You
"A poem for the flower of youth..."
I come to sing a song to youO my sweetest flower You are a SnowdropIn the Spring of youth The dew still fresh upon your flower Open your petals to me, my loveAs to the rising sunSo I may breathe...
Stay just out of reach or fully contoured to me, I'll want you the same, but with different aches. I may never know more than what your skin chooses to tell. And you may not yet know this distance, the inklings of what you cannot...
I can ripple through one season but never touch the others,keep their curious shapes as indescribable strangers once the snow begins to melt.You must never let them cling to me,they would be surrogates to you that I may never be...
In Your Control
"You have this control over me..."
It won't go away, And you know it too, By the way my hips sway. By the speed of my pulse By the sound of my gasp You know I'll surrender As you pull me into you by my ass....
I can fill almost every hollow upon and inside you, it's what I can't touch that will stay with me the most. Like a lover's spark nestling within to never leave the place you built. The sound can become a bullet and blade perfectly edged...
Steer me through rivers and tunnels, through the searing heavens to claim you, inside you as naturally as roots embedded, speared throughout the earth. Wind and tangle around this need,until I have sight for no one else, until no other longing envelopes me. Play...
I wanted to know the electricity shooting, the bolts through the flesh containing you, the limbs that slowly dance in my presence, where my fingertips are vague upon you at first. Hesitant passengers traveling along you, on the cusp of a new language, picking up...
I've never been much good with words, My memory's like a sieve. But someone told me that a poem Is a real nice gift to give. This Valentine's, I want to say What I feel about you. Sadly, I don't...
We always knew it would come to this,the lost code sealed between our lips,the symbols along my pores should tell you thatyou're so much more than skin.Your eyes were like soft lampssweeping over me then,stilled in travels once unceasing,I was...