I love the feeling of skin to skin
And mouths in places that send other mouths onto a stream of profanities
I love tasting, feeling, touching, smelling, another person so closely that you feel you are inside their mind
holding their very being in your delicate hands
a shake or shiver away from shattering atmospheres
I want to feel you
Every inch
I want to touch all parts of your skin
Hoping you can feel me burrowing myself into your ribcage nesting in the warmth of your heart
I want to feel it racing
The deepness of your breath
In-out in-out
I want to be connected to you
I want every part of your body
All its various ripples, divets, pigments,
A candy store for the sweet tooth in my finger tips
As the sun gets to kiss your curves
I wish to bathe you in my brightness as well
After we've both come down
from this Cloud we are on
Drifting back to earth
Falling back into our bed
I'll meet you in the middle
A rendezvous at the crease in this mattress
I am vulnerable
I want nothing more than to hold you to my chest
Absorb you into myself
because we will never be close
Enough untill we are one entanglement of two bodies
when the sky has gulped all the clouds down into its stomach
And blue birds are jealous of the shades it emits
when every sweet thing is bitter
When the day is nothing more than mediocre
I want us
Skin to skin
Breath after breath
Take me into your soul
A house was built there just for us
A wooden deck
A swinging chair
over looking the forest
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
