I wrote a poem about you the other night. I called it “Temperament.”
I closed my eyes and thought of your lips against mine.
I closed my eyes and thought of your tongue against my thighs.
I closed my eyes and thought of your flesh against my…
My breaths quickened.
My mouth parted.
My spine became arched and exposed.
Then, I whispered your name across the skyline;
baring my mind,
sighing within the sheets of time.
Did you hear it, my Love?
Did you love my moans?
Yes, I confess.
I heard yours, too.
I wrote a poem about you the other night. I called it “Time.”
I opened my eyes and felt your skin amongst the sun.
I opened my eyes and felt your touch amongst the tides.
I opened my eyes and felt your hands amongst the sea.
My breaths slowed.
My mouth closed.
My spine became aligned and exposed.
But I whispered your name across the moonlight;
baring my mind,
sighing within the temper and blue
of every room.
Did you hear it, then, my Friend?
Did you love my soul?
Yes, I confess.
I heard yours, too.
