I swore the last time
that if there could ever be a tomorrow
I’d let you borrow my love
for however long you needed it.
I never knew it was this serious
being on the other side
of love’s hungry door
never hearing all the knocking.
To be in your arms again
controlling the kisses once more.
God’s gift for sure
back when it was so isolated,
banned and forbidden.
This warmer weather
so reminds me of you,
the true you,
where you try and avoid
the sun, with it’s heavy consequences.
The golden orb
forces most everyone
to seek shelter inside
to hide and get out of it’s light and rays.
I’m rising earlier and earlier
to greet the handsome stranger,
the one that has survived
another jealous night
waiting for his moon
to settle down
and sleep for once.
I love watching you
sun drenched or otherwise,
your skin has a mirrored glossy shine.
I’ve memorized the pleasure source
of having you close
slowly rubbing oil deep into my shoulders
easing my soft broken side .
A side that isn’t so noticeable
now that everything is recharged and full,
almost overflowing again
the kings riches
that never played a part between us
have given us some kind of relief.
Finally given the pick of a select few,
just as that perfect creature
searches in vain
for that one pristine place
here we are
controlling the kisses.