Smile wide, My teeth permeate a new
Idea of white Picket fences and
Days spent reading books On a back porch
I hold your words Against the shell of my Ear, and listen to the way
The reeds in your throat Dance against each other While speaking my name.
I can't help but watch Your lips move and curve Around each syllable as you
Bring up constellations on White-washed maps
The energy of your fingers Between mine makes me realize
I was never empty,
The angle of your arm and the Weight of this moment Expand and
Contract around the seconds That tick by as I slowly
Lose focus and dream about kissing
Press minutely against the Sides of your Mouth where I notice how your skin
Turns from blush to cream and Back again.
Maybe I will wake up tomorrow
To the sway of your sounds
And the glimmer of your eyes.
I'd like to think I felt you with me,
Our soft sighs of longing
True and bold in a room full Of nervous energy
And breaking guitar strings.
Closed shut eyes, The more my corners crinkle
Into black crows feet Where my eyeliner smudged,
The more Real this becomes
The push and pull of arms Against hips as we tango Slowly back and forth on the couch,
And I lean my head Gently against your shoulder
Like a butterfly landing on a Cornflower.
I don't want to disturb the sweetness of A silent exhale near you,
But I'm hungry enough to come