just enough to keep things interesting

It takes time to find comfort in warmth

when all you’ve known are the scars

of being burned by fire

but he’s not fire this one-

he is water with a little bit of dirt

just enough to keep things

interesting

slowly I’m learning

to soften my walls and open

parts of myself that I’ve kept shut

for a long time now

slowly I’m learning

to bend so I can

hold all of him

without drowning

in love

again.

golden haze

I think he whispered “I love you” to me last night, his face half an inch from mine, his dark eyes occasionally opening to look at me, his wet lips parted in a slight grin as if he still can’t believe we’re here, together-

holding each other as one song morphs into another and the surrounding silence envelops the space between us in a warm cloud of golden haze.

I’m not exactly sure where I was then, perhaps half on earth and half in heaven, my body still buzzing from all the pleasure, relaxing into the magic we create when we come together.

I’m not exactly sure if I was dreaming or awake-

lately both have felt the same.

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.

 

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.