With something new
she walks
up into eyes.
I know I’ve seen
this look before,
still, she’s hovering
over my shoulder
half whispering,
giving me this thing to drink.
I look and half scan
making sure that the girl and I
share whatever is in this can.
With heavy sips
we finish, and toss whatever that was aside.
It is then that we start
to secretly hatch out this plan.
I interrupt our deviant scheming
to slam her with a kiss.
For this, the girl
who can make me feel
like no one has
or ever will.
I tell her I want to stop
not now, it’s too soon.
There’s not enough
for this plan has not been thought through.
She looks with this lustful want,
just once,
and that tone
interrupts and changes
the mood.
She stops,
completely in love
she pushes to pull me
super close.
She demands,
I look into her
paying full attention to the want.
It’s hard,
and even harder still,
to the point,
we can’t focus on anything else.
And in this moment
and in this time
she’s the center and
the void at once.
The lust and the aching desire
she’s the place
I need and want.
I say the same kinds of words
each day on rise,
each night at rest
like it’s all I’ve ever
known or done.
Practice has become
my perfection.
I have repeated my verse
perhaps a thousand times
having never changed the words.
As we lay here,
having just sipped that
tonic of hers
we feel a burning
irresistible urge
to memorialize
with some kind of writing
explaining how amazing it feels
to be in this sober intoxication
perhaps it’s just
our energy drink?
I write,
because I have nothing else.
Each conversation
is a tiny snapshot
that defines how each of us
ebb and flow in all direction.
She asks, and I say yes,
she reaches and dances
for she loves to crawl
sliding against the sharp edges of this conversation.
She continues to give
and now right in front of me,
she asks me, to
stand still and quiet.
In just that instant
I’ve been upgraded
with shiny new parts.
These pieces she’s applied
are unfamiliar at first
yet, their feel is simply perfect.
She inches close
and starts this type of talk
it’s hard to focus and listen.
She’s showing me
how to get the most
out of each little piece or part.
I stand dangerously beside her
we fit very snug,
the both of us,
in our rightful proper place.
I stand,
holding tightly to her hand
the voices tease for us to jump.
She promises I can fly.
I look down
void of any doubt
and I leap
jerking her out
into me.
That embrace
where we’re freely falling
naked skin is refreshing
we’re quickly heating up
perhaps all of this
is nothing more
than the sordid affects
of an energy drink
we shared an hour ago.
