Tongue to mouth in a tender so and so,
you hold something affectionate and sacred
here, between fingers and discontent
between your day and mine
is something I left there on purpose
to see if you see.
faith in tomorrows succulent promise
wondering if...
but thats better left to hindsight.
So I'll take a taste of us tonight,
if you'll share. Keep it safe for you
in a place that stays dry.
In case some rainy day, away,
you want to remember me

Thin line between yours and mine,
between night and that subtle day,
a breath of kind infatuation.
Side by side by anticipation
as the nights shade withdraws.
soft song slips between lips when no ones watching,
as we look the other way.
through the back it snuck in.
making the day seem stretched apart and far
until that color that sparks our connection
jumps through.
fingers woven, eyes intact,
rhythmic dancing of the hearts hide and seek,
close, closer, i remember words that i swore were extinct
as a feeling intakes what my mind only winks
warm next to you and the sun pulls me out,
to wait to be in to you again.

Its coming through louder now,
I can hear the words and they whisper a soft inclination
a jumble of a hearts laughing praise,
a request for a heated revelery:
20 and teething on life,
when he would look and really see,
and open the door and say he loved you and he meant it.
When nothing was an obligation but that smile you give.
A strong purity that nestled comfortable and right.
you wonder, on our road, that we drift on and across and over,
can that be real, or a mirage in the desert;
Thirsty for the rhythm of forever that teased and then clocked out.
That crevice that used to give, now dry from the suction,
seems to run clean again, more than before,
though a little less than right afterwards,
until no longer empty to the pull.
Running quicker now, clear and cold,
dancing next to the mirage,
knowing how much one needs the other.

what is it today? yesterday too.
absent
thirsty
shiny lean intoxicant
between hours,
sickened fancies,
a soft flip turns me to you.
sleeping sometimes
sweating often/alone
a sideways look
at my direction
up
and
down
but now,
I shall leave you here.
too busy for that.
walk a little slower
when we pass,
figure your figure.
sigh.
something stays me away
to my place
not yours.

Sharp against my side that wanted warmth.
I saw his face from the angle of infatuation,
a deceiptful direction that leaves you sinking back to the sidelines.
Tomorrow alone is more promising than today with you.
Your fidgeting condescension filled our glasses
while I fatigued at the burden of your arrogance.
Finishing quickly while you dragged your feet;
the pain of your pillar I suppose.
Climbing those stairs again,
clinging to a bed
clamoring for sleep,
on to the next.