within reach

he drags his feet a little

when he has to leave me

in bed without his body

he’s not desperate for love

like a dog

but the thirst is still there

hiding beneath the surface

out of plain sight and still

only a reaching hand

away.

notes on him

He holds me as if he knows that soon I’ll be leaving

as if the love between us is a beautiful and fragile thing

as if there’ll never be enough time in the world to share together

as if the dreams he’s dreaming and wishes he’s making will evaporate

the minute I get out of his bed-

so he kisses me like we don’t have forever

and looks at me with eternity in his eyes.

serendipity

making plans for breakfast after we’ve been lounging in bed for a few hours

kisses have been shared and fingertips have explored

earlobes and back of necks and the curve of the spine

we have discussed deal-breakers

almost as if to confirm to the other

how perfect it is for the two of us

to be together,

we have discussed how odd it is

for life to be made up of numerous

seemingly random choices and events,

what I suppose most people would call fate.

 

Then he gets out of bed and opens the blinds to let the light in

and I open the door and find in front of me

a brand new beginning.

hallelujah

We sweat out the sheets

lose our breath trying to keep up with passion

misplace fingertips to find places that

gift shivers down the spine

and lend lips to the other in an

offering of pleasure.

 

This bed is our temple

where we call out to God

with eyes closed

in the hope that we

can stay in this heaven

forever.

 

heart peel

slowly I peel my heart open as if it were a banana

one sliver at a time

attempting to leave the untouched part of it

safe and intact

fresh and unweathered

but I know eventually I’ll have to stand naked

in my vulnerability,

lower my walls and

pull back my thorns-

 

even the most beautiful rose is nothing

if not loved and adored.

exclusivity agreement

he has no terms

gives without conditions

wants me as I am

unedited, faults and all,

and to offer me anything I want

whenever I want

all he asks for is three things:

my company, attention, and affection.

 

easy. no complications.

 

Meanwhile

I draft four pages of desires

in what I know is a futile attempt to exert control

over the possibility of another heartbreak.

 

And all he wants in return is my love.