for Emily...
And there
you are,
volcano hot
steel smelting hot,
Arc Wielder hot,
center of the sun hot,
I tremble when you move
to
the small close seat
and lean in to seduce me
eyes ablaze.
Our elbows entwine
drinking red wine.
And the
weight of your body
is Nirvana
leaning back in my arms, giggling
at parking lot kisses..
And the touch of
you under my hands.
And the warmth of your lips
smooth gentleness of tongue.
The feel of your sadness.
body pulled
close.
And your hand in my hand.
And the whisper of your voice
in deep darkness.
tasting milky white teardrops.
The
pulse of your breath.
Soft nature of skin.
Every muscle touched.
Watching you sleep
The bend of your form
Curve
of mouth.
Every sight of you.
Every touch of you.
Every taste of you.
When you call me baby.
When you
leave messages.
When you listen and nod,
soak up my madness
and call it good.
When you simply drink coffee.
Just
the casual sounds you make
in between words
and the words themselves.
like grinding moments between
the edges
of reality.
Your subtle suggestions.
Just the simple sight of you.
making my blood rush.
Familiar assertions.
You
laugh and you cry.
You devour music.
You devour the poet.
You explode for me in madness.
Dissolving my resolve.
And
I want to take hold.
And I want to shake you.
And nurture you.
And capture your wild side.
And caress your soft
side.
And gently devour your dreams.
And become your daytime
While slipping into your night time.
And protect
you.
And not protect you.
And take full advantage of you.
And keep you safe for your benefit.
And keep you safe
for my benefit.
And paint pictures of you with words.
And throw them around
And swim in the liberty of you
melt
you all over me
And scream out my victory.
And scream out my pain.
And scream and scream in rage
And desire
And
explosive comfort that ends all bad things
And gives life to a million good things.
I just want you
I just want
you.
I just want you.
I just want you.
You are beautiful
to me.
You are sexy like thunder.
You are barely grasped dreams.
You are hot.
White hot.
Hot to the touch.
Hot
to the heart.
Atom Bomb hot
Texas in July hot.
Drunkenly burning the finger
on a tiny smoked out cigar
while
remembering
awkwardly and excruciatingly
every single grasped at moment
hot.
While ashes fall
burning cinders
on clothing
and car seat
Burning and burning
holes
in everything.
In me
