Saturday, March 1, 2008

Silver Lining

The most recent addition to my collection...

I’m dancing in the silver lining of your sweet face. Twirling it in my fingers and waiting for it to burst, waiting for my body to burst. I’m waiting to explode at the very touch of your lovely fingertips tracing my every curve.

I love to play in the swirling brown curls. Lose myself in the madness of blue, the deepest blue I have ever seen. Or was it green? I want to know if I can trust the madness. I can believe the green, but never the blue.

Back again to the pillows that form your candy mouth. I’ll be unable to find my tongue as we make pretzels and bows with every kiss. How sweet would it be? I would let you keep my soul as a souvenir, to always remind you of what you will never call your own.

I map every freckle and every line. I am drawing the constellations of my heart on your buttery skin. Every vein bulges with desire and want for the forbidden fruit. Come here boy, I have something I would like to show you.

Watch as the world around our bodies melts away. The smell of your sweat stings my nose and I breathe you in. Your aftertaste swims in my mouth as I whisper your name, and beg for you to take me again. I can see my fate spinning in your untrustworthy eyes.

I giggle at your hair as it stands on end. The static created by skin rubbing skin is almost overwhelming. Butterfly and Eskimo kisses, what more could we ask for? I've finally snuck you between my sheets, and that’s where I plan to hide your beautiful body. No, I will not let you go.

Did I live up to your fantasies? I want to paint a mural of this moment and capture each sigh and every moan. I want to paint your bed head and keep a piece of you with me always. I will make my hide your canvas and needle the ink of your deception onto my bones.

Again, please touch me there again. Run your hands up my side and across my breast. Breath on my neck, please breathe on my neck one more time. Kiss my thigh and make me shake. Trace my lips with your tongue, please leave me wanting more. Make me beg.

Will these stolen moments ever seem wrong? I know they are wrong, my brain tells me so. The incessant clamoring of my heart drowns out any sensibility I may have once possessed. Like sugar slipping through my fingers, you were never meant to be held for long. I will tell myself anything I want to hear, just to justify your presence.

I am dancing in the silver lining of your sweet face. Twirling it in my fingers and waiting for it to burst, waiting for my body to burst. I’m waiting to explode at the very touch of your lovely fingertips tracing my every curve.