Half awake I
Feel you stir,
Seeking warmth,
Seeking me,
And smiling
I drift back into
My dreams of you.

All my life,
A wayward scoundrel,
Unbothered
With fitting in —
Nothing that I'd
Care to change,
But for you,
I'll try.

Rhythmically,
Trembling skin,
Brush to a pounding
Faster, harder —
Build a beat,
And draw me in.

Rivulets from darkened skies,
Across my back, down the spine —
Shake the rain, the cold, the tension
Between you and I,
And smile.

Tracing contours —
Not of flesh,
But your reflexes
Answering
My touch,
My lips,
My tongue,
My breath,
Painting me
Your pleasure map.

Safely locked
Behind laced satin,
Eager to be brushed aside —
Lust cares not
For sleeping hours,
Can't be paused,
And will not hide.

Back face to face
Across fissures grown
To crevice depths —
I'm here,
But I
Won't stay.

Mine, but shown
Through the eyes
Of someone else,
Somehow,
The colour’s off,
And I can feel
The distance grows.

Memories in black and white,
Sang in full and vivid colour.
Odes of joy to moments gone
Before the day is even done.
Happiness intended
To be treasured forever —
This day was,
And always will be
Only yours and mine.

Broken hearts, severed lives,
False starts, damaged histories,
Pulled apart and left behind,
All but horizons —
Breaking dawns,
New beginnings,
Different light.

Seeking yours, seeking mine,
Motion, pressure,
Ever closer —
Two desires amplified.

Matching rhythms,
Alternating
Who's below,
And who above —
Hungry eyes,
Two lives in motion,
Spicy recipes of love.

Bubble wrapped magic,
Glass dreams, too volatile,
Frail avalanche of
Want,
Desire,
Emotional destruction —
Take the fucking safety
Off,
And let me live.

Water ebs and flows,
Crashes into,
Drowns, corrodes,
Always finds a way
To go around,
Or through, or over.
Just like life,
Just like love.

Our worlds, a knot,
All bound together.
Brush a string,
Feel it tremble
Through all that we love —
All we kept,
And all we lost.

Dreams to live,
Loving to do —
Who needs sleep
If I have you?

The fuse and the flame,
A dance around the tinder —
Flirting, teasing,
Casting sparks
To burn the house down again.

You and I,
Punch through,
Punch through —
The end is nigh,
Freedom looms.

Loose ends and paper trails,
Through the marshes
To my happy place,
Cut and bruised,
But with a big smile on my face.

Lives entwined
In strands of time
Barely long enough to measure,
Yet, we both already feel
That I am yours,
And you are mine.