On this night, I rolled over waiting for the brown warmth of your skin to touch mine
like a secret mission I couldn’t tell you I needed you closer,but I moved in
making my way towards the place that feels most like home.
I feel this way most nights when you’re on your side and I’m on mine
don’t get me wrong I love my space
but I prefer you in it,
prefer you spend it making my body sing sweet and wet.
You know the language only my body speaks and when my mouth can’t find the words,
you finish my sentence, my thoughts.
Turn to this life we live and how I dreamed of it long before…
how it now feels over and just beginning all at once…
how the feeling of wholeness has absorbed all traces of the scraps left behind by those who were never worthy in the first place,
in the first moment when they were even considered…
this wholeness has been delivered by the warmth of your brown skin and protected by the sticky bliss that I lick from my lips after they have met yours.
I no longer have to wait, you have arrived and when it feels as tho the absence of anticipation might drag me down I realize my path has gotten wider,
enough room for you to walk beside me, tapering in short distances where you’ve carried me already…
my path has become much more than a way to my last days but a way to my last daze having spent it soaked in a love that couldn’t be topped by anything less than a spiritual exchange, a love resting gently in the stars, having waited to be plucked at that perfect moment-
my sky, my universe came to earth, manifested as man, my man…you hold my hand, I can’t seem to let you go, fading into you, into the moon….I’ll follow you….