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.

 

love language

he undresses my mind first and

takes his time handling my heart

he brings me flowers in the evening

and coffee in the morning

and asks for nothing in return except for

my love.

He doesn’t gift crumbs.

He doesn’t gift silences.

He shows up and opens doors

and looks at me as if he could see

my soul.

His touches are both fire and warmth

and his mouth speaks to me in a different tongue

I’ve always known but never quite

understood before.

He is not from around here

but he’s quickly starting to feel

like home.