painted

sliding
quietly
into my mind

taken
easily
into my arms

wet lips
so hot
to the touch

fingers
dancing
brushing ~ sliding

circling
aimlessly
that spot...(you know the one)

losing
control
wanting only more

savor
your taste
madness in skin

feeling
you push
against my love

driven
together
by primal need

we rise
to meet
our perfect rapture

in nothing more than the thought of you...I am transported

raining (love)

one
drop
falls

landing
softly
on my skin

a sudden coolness

I stand
out in it
feeling the joy

...nothing like a soaking rain on a hot summer day

living
(or something like it)
in this desert
rain (love) a distant memory

you bring joy back to my life
refreshing me like a summer storm
cooling the air, washing over my parched soul...it's you

hair plastered to our heads
hand in hand, dancing like children
laughing, with our faces to the heavens

(de)construction

breathe
deep

make your wish

taken apart
(so many times)
put back together
(over and over)
using fewer and fewer pieces
splitting at the seams
left to bleed


orphaned
by hope


life is a reality day trip
night brings the big empty
pain is an attentive lover
faith...an ever-present stranger

but wishes come true...

waited countless lifetimes
for the thunder and lightning
to hear the kindness in your words
to feel the peace in your hand

looking forward to the fight
to see the world through your eyes
to watch the debris of our past burn
from our spot high on the hill...so far away

sweltering

clouds form in my mind
as I slowly fade into you
dancing waves of heat
a dream that almost wasn't

more than a mirage
swaying in the distance
dancing on the horizon
part earth, part sky

come closer

angel...apparition (or both)
hovering above me
lips wet and parted
inviting me in

driven by need
devoured by beauty
owned by longing
perfectly overwhelmed

I'm yours

out of my control
taken beyond the edge
bound by your passion
burnt by your touch

praying for rain
to fight this fire
as the night falls
taking us down

craving (a disjointed rant)

bathed
in stark light
felt
more than seen
never far
never close enough
thoughts
aged and worn
taken
out of context

a heart...
long dead and forgotten

I want to...

hold the hand that holds my heart
taste the lips that whisper my name
touch the skin that makes me hunger
know the heart that stole my breath


you kissed me hard
made love to my soul
screamed my name
turned me inside out
in the most perfect way

I (need ~ want ~ beg) you to feel this badly bruised but still-beating heart


it's yours now