Posts tagged spilled ink
i want to touch you
so you know you have been
touched
so the memory of the moment
is the yardstick against which
the future is understood
i want to slide deep inside
the heat of you
taking hold of you
moving you to the beat
of my desire
i want to touch you
and take you
leaving you
with the heat of a moment
that does not fade
readily in the night
are you
the dancer in my dreams
who twirls in circles
face unseen
the movement of your hips
and legs
that captures me and makes
me beg
are you
the author of my night
who writes a story
taking flight
the movement of your words
and mind
steals my breath and thoughts
unwind
are you
the poet of my desire
whose lines unfold
set me afire
or are you
a ghost whose
whispers tease
who dances near
before you leave
it was the touch of your lips
that i wanted
that i want
that i need
that light in your eyes
the way your lips bend
to smile
the touch of your hand
that i dream of
that i dream
that i need
the tilt of your head
the quizzical look
that i have never seen
it is the touch of you
lips and hips
hands and legs
that i want
that i dream
but how can a ghost
ever kiss
me
i close my eyes
to dream the warmth
of your lips against mine
to feel the silken heat
of your skin against mine
i close my eyes
to dream the twining
of your fingers with mine
to feel the tightening
of your legs around mine
i close my eyes
i close my eyes
i part with a sigh
and i close my eyes
don’t run
from the want
and the hunger
that heats you skin
that leaves you
stirring
in the night
just call
in your want
and the hunger
call out for the touch
for the kiss
of hips that becomes
more than just
a kiss
i saw your eyes as hollow
from a heart grown cold with pain
i saw your words as anguish
from desire that still remains
i know you wish for respite
from the loss that never fades
i wish my arms could soothe you
from the thoughts that still abrade
in the darkness of the night
beneath the plush black velvet sky
the world flung open wide
and cavernous
the echo of my heart
throbbing hot within my veins
pulsing low beneath the stars
calling you
oh i should call your name
whispered syllables so sweet
or i could call your bluff
hands quite ready to take charge
but i just feel desire
sailing hot along my veins
the desire riding high
with you far away from here
the image of you
curves under cloth
smile to light the night
movement that steals
my sight
and i want you
fingers aching to trace
the curves
lips aching to taste
the smile
hips aching to move
in you
the words you write
fingers tapping
lines that sing
empty spaces
draw me in
and i want you
fingers reaching to trace
the words
lips moving to whisper
new lines
hips shifting beneath
your signs
your kiss
that i will never have
again your lips
i cannot taste now
your eyes
that i cannot ensnare
again your eyes
elude me
your heart
that i cannot entrap
again your heart
escapes me
your hand
your hand
that i would hold
has slipped away
i’ve lost you
i woke while dark
was still upon me
the hungry dark
wherein i call
your name
i woke in darkness
the heat of need
upon me
though my hands
have never held you
they called your name
i woke beneath the dark
drowning in the night
my lips gasping for
your kiss
though i have never
kissed you
to breathe you in
my breath of life
to taste your need
my drink of night
i woke before the sun
within the dark of need
within the heat of want
my hips questing for you
though i have never
had you
though i have never
taken you
i wake with you
burning in my heart
dispelling the dark