Let me

Let me rest my head on you,
Your heart beating a steady rhythm in my ear
Through the heat of your soft, perfumed skin.
Cradle my body, and let me cuddle, just once
A tight ball in the only place I feel safe.
I can taste the salt of your skin on my lips,
And it makes me intoxicated,
The only drink to bring that buzz to my fingertips,
Or to make you so bright and the world so dim.
Let me close my eyes against the spin of the room,
And use my other senses, secure in the knowledge
That I’m as oriented as I could ever be,
Held close by the center of my universe.
Let it unfurl in my belly,
That coil of thoughts and careful considerations,
Let me throw them all on the winds of passion,
And catch little bits of myself on the breeze.
Let me rediscover how it is to discover
The secrets of who I really am when I’m allowed,
When I trust us enough to be me.

Why I fell for you

I think I finally figured out
Why I fell for you of all people.
You make me feel so safe.
I have a bad track record with love.
The second I start to have feelings,
I’m already bracing for the disaster
And the people around me periodically
Make sure to reinforce that point.
I’m terrified of loving someone.
But I feel like I am safe with you,
Because it would never happen.
Not because I couldn’t love you –
My, there are so many reasons why
It would be the most natural thing,
A second of inattention, a slip.
I’d have to always be on my guard
So my heart wouldn’t run like a fool,
Full speed, searching for your arms.
But I wouldn’t let it happen,
Because the price is so much higher.
Everybody else broke pieces of me.
It hurt, but I’m excellent at puzzles,
So I just put myself back together,
Brushing up on my skills as I do,
Maybe rearranging some of my parts
In a way that I find that I like more
And have been meaning to for a while.
You, though. You are something else.
You have the power to shatter me,
To turn it into dust instead of pieces,
Not because you’d want to destroy me,
But you’d mean too much to me.
I’d let you far too deeply inside,
And you’d instinctively strike
The most sensitive, fragile part
When you decide you want out.
So I wouldn’t let myself love you.
But there’s a very good chance
That it would happen anyway,
And I think I would still be safe,
Because you wouldn’t let me either.
You’d remind me, often, why I shouldn’t,
And it would hurt so much I’d scream
And I think you’d hold me while I cry
(Or I hope so, at the very least.
Please, please don’t let me cry alone.)
And then you’d look me in the eye
And tell me flatly ‘you’ll be fine’.
You see, it simply wouldn’t matter.
I couldn’t ever impress, beg or steal
A different reaction out of you.
I could love you more than life itself
And it would mean absolutely nothing.
And you can’t understand that relief.
In a world where I think my actions
Can bring about the greatest disasters,
You give me something at which
I can hurl myself the whole day
And it wouldn’t even bother to budge.
I thought that it would be impossible
To ever let my passions truly unfold,
Because it would take a similar force
To keep me afloat, to keep myself
From giving too much. And I doubted
Anybody would ever feel that for me
(Maybe I’m not worth it. Or maybe
I’m just screwed up and these feelings,
These reactions are not things
That humans are supposed to have at all.
But that’s a story for another time.),
So I thought I was condemned to
Forever swallow those things down
And expect explosions if they ever escape.
But you. You are the second option,
The one that I didn’t know existed.
I could drown in you. I could let go.
And it would be Heaven, feeling it all.
And it would be Hell, because you wouldn’t,
And I would go around with that knowledge,
But you would also never take advantage,
Just let it unfold and enjoy the fire.
And no matter what, at the end of the day,
You’d still kick me out, trembling,
Satisfied, hurt, and gasping for air,
And above all, perfectly safe and whole,
And just right to come back tomorrow.

Cherry cake

Did you like this or did I?
Do I do it because of you or myself?
I’m desperately craving our cherry cake
But I know better than to trust the craving.
It’s been a while now. I’ve done fine.
Haven’t thought of you so much.
I’m starting to find myself again,
But it’s a complicated, painful process.
You know when two people are together
And the sense of ‘me’ and ‘you’ blurs,
There are things you do together,
And things that you both like
But you never would have on your own?
I’m trying to reclaim my parts,
But it’s like sifting through sand –
You can’t distinguish a single grain
But even if you do, you can’t pick it
Or else the whole mound would come down.
I know why it happens. It makes sense.
You should share things with your beloved.
It promotes empathy. You fight less.
But the aftermath is a disaster,
Because I loved you so completely,
My brain and heart opened wide
And swallowed your tastes, your opinions
And made them so seamlessly my own
That I lost my own voice to them.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
And I knew it would happen.
I was so, so very careful. That’s why
I dyed my hair blonde when you said black,
That’s why I had to remind myself
That I actually hate that tea of yours
And only drink it to keep you company
Whenever my tastebuds kept quiet,
Lulled into that semblance of pleasure
That only came from long exposure.
You were foolhardy. Some things I did,
You took them up so whole-heartedly
You can’t stop doing them even now,
Even though they always bring you
That painful reminder of me and what was.
I couldn’t afford that.
I did everything I could.
I kept things separate.
Threw out everything that
Didn’t come intrinsically from me
The second we broke apart.
I’m becoming me again.
But damn, I just can’t remember
Who liked the freaking cherry cake.

The wildest ecstasy

The taste of pleasures you have never seen,

Flesh moving to hypnotic, earthy rhythms

Colourful stars dancing under the skin,

A night that combines ends with origins.

The immortal ambrosia of the forbidden sin,

Bodies and minds so slightly de-phased

Both on the brink of overloading spin,

New universes discovered with eyes glazed.

Roll ecstasy in your mouth and bite it down,

The moans both more and less than human;

Choose the knowledge in which to drown,

And the body in which to have it proven.

You are

You smell of sweat, the summer heat kind,

Of sticky sweets and laughter combined,

You smell of shared meals and long nights,

Of delicious things that draw out my bites.

 

You sound like a hot, subtly hinted accent,

Rolled, rounded vowels and tonal descent,

You sound like poorly supressed laughter,

And breathtakingly natural banter,

You sound like the moans I want to make,

And the rattle of my heart that you’ll break.

 

You are…

That’s a tough one. You are a dream come true.

You are a mystery to which I get only one clue.

An angel and a demon, both could be you.

You’re the novelty I somehow thought I knew.

You’re everything. I just wish you were mine too.

Balance point

Round, round, round we go,
A ceasless spin of heads and tails,
One gives less as one gives more,
Fragile, frustrating balance.
The day is free to wan and wax,
But its sum with night rests equal.
We chase the things that run from us
And run from our chasers.
The world promises that like breeds like,
But we must have missed the notice.
We wait for water to fill our cup
And pour it next in others’ chalice.
There are exceptions sometimes though.
Beautiful eclipse, sun hugging moon,
When both of the parts learn to be full
And the sides of the coin turn at once.
I’m going along, knocking the line,
Testing for that point of balance,
When more gets more, and like gets love,
And we drown the basins of trust.
Come now, love, you’re above this game,
Don’t make me play with us,
Don’t make me think, and plan, and consider,
I want you to like what you see,
Not only be given to see the things you like.
Now, damn it, help me find that middle.

Your silences

I love talking to you. But I also like your silences.
I like how you’re not afraid to hold my gaze, smile,
And how you don’t worry that all the social rules
That have been so much drilled into us
Dictate that you should say something soon.
You don’t want to, so you own your silence,
Until it’s impossible for my eyes not to drip
Down to your full lips, and your irreverence
Makes me want to accentuate the gesture.
Because we can make our own rules, can’t we,
And silence is just as good a language as any.
It’s easy, so easy to tell you that
I want nothing more than to drink
The missing words straight from your lips,
And want to have a whole conversation
With just our minds, and eyes, and bodies.
What does your silence say to that?

Mattress of two dragons

The limit of a body against the odds of life,
The cry of loneliness that echoes in the dark.
Writhe against the mattress of place and time alike.
A fire burns within, till its latest ash.

Hands of mist that loom, bead of pearly sweats.
A serpent lies within, silent and dorment,
Growling from its pit, filling with desire
A beast that grows in wake, it stretches and it fires.

Inside, the deepest red, the pitiful poor hell,
In dream of only clouds, and air, and of wind,
As bodies crush the limit, discover hidden wings,
In pairs rise and drift; against the sun, them stars.

A strangled cry of pain, that distance can’t subside,
Has risen from the space, that stretches and compress.
It aches in all its power, all air burns a mark
That only flesh and heat could help so to supress.

And after beastful fight, yet higher and yet far,
When rush has broken limits and it has turned to haste,
Lay slain two bonded dragons, one real and one dream,
One black that reaches stars, one white that burns of red.

The tails silent brush, and it all finds its worth;
The black one found its day, the white its darkened mist,
And yet, as world exists, they stay a solid twist.
If it was to vanish, they’d be a heaven’s dream.

Yearning

There are days in which my fingers tingle
With the need to run them through your hair,
And days in which my eyes are slippery
And fall time after time into your path.
How can I answer when you ask why I smile
When the answer is I’m holding myself down
Because I fear my lips will unzip themselves
And run away in search of your skin?
You may not know, but your body surely does
And my, what a sweet cruel thing it is,
The way it wraps that cord around my chest
And swathes my senses in your earthy smell,
Until reality is a distant and intruding buzz.
It’s such a heady, mystifying torture,
Touching you so often, body against body,
But knowing that it just defeats the purpose,
That my fingertips can only justify the feel
When my mind’s forbidden to acknowledge you.
If only once, before we cross that threshold,
You’d let the gesture be for it’s own sake,
And let me breathe you in on an unending sigh,
Let my skin soak in the indents of your hands…
If you could only feel this spiral of yearning,
Understand this want that verges on need.
But fear not, my darling, I’m still holding on
The tightened leash to my own greedy fingers,
With the hope you’ll let me release it one day.

Naked

She’s not a person you’d look at twice,
Were you to glimpse her going down the street.
It’s only her eyes that are dangerous,
And what happens when you strip her naked,
Letting the wild soul underneath breathe.
She’s fearless in only her skin,
The clothes a role too small for her to fit.
Her skin fits her not like a tailored suit,
Not something beautiful you’re afraid to spoil,
But like the things that grow with you
Until they become soft and comfortable,
That stretch to contain your curves
And toughen around your sharp edges.
She’s the kind of creature for whom
The clothes, the rules, the world,
Are an unwelcome constraint she can do without.
Anybody would, when they are so unnecessary.
She needs nothing other than herself –
She needs no weapons. She is a weapon,
Forged in the fire of a thousand suns.
She needs no cover. The universe is her cover,
Human eyes too feeble to perceive her.
She’s the kind of woman in whose arms you go
Looking for the meaning of God,
But remain for having found a goddess instead.
Don’t be fooled. Her hips are a beautiful lure,
The arms around you springing a hidden trap,
The lips honeyed only to hide the poison.
You can bleed to death cut on her sharp tongue,
And even worse on her sharper mind.
It’s a relief she’s this mythical creature
Only when her skin and soul are bare.
You’re safe if only you don’t look then
In the beautiful abyss of her hypnotic eyes.
So what are you waiting for? We both know
You can’t wait to see her naked soul.