Her smile bends
Creating a crater in her cheek
Not two but one
Like the one we seem to become
When eyes touch and close the door behind us
It’s a smokey cloud that fogs my clarity
But brings me precision
I’m deserted in this decision
I can’t make it when she is before me
So I let my hands make it for me
When my feet lay parallel to hers
And her mouth is a tunnel with no end in sight
So I burrow and I claw I fight it until
I give in and I glide
Let me see the corner bend and the crater
So I can lay here in peace
Your Scent Lingers
Your scent lingers
on the tops of my pillows
like a butterfly hovers
over the shade of the sunflower.
Your lips cloud my mind.
Stormy yet seductive.
I cannot focus nor breath nor speak without
a crippling, blood-boiling, memory
of the soft backs of your hands and the crimson blush of your mouth and the warm cave that is your neck.
It’s freedom by your side and I’m swallowed.
it’s an ease into a golden joy and I’m hooked.
It’s wrong and it’s right but your scent lingers and my mind meanders.