We never finished those DVDs. I don’t know that we ever will.
You came back into my life with no explanation, no apology.
You shake when I get too close to asking about what happened.
I still miss the boy you were. I don’t know this stranger who wears his face.
Please come back.
I want to fuck you outside, in the grass, under the late Spring sun. I want to feel the earth beneath my back as you enter me, as I watch clouds scud across a sky whose blue isn’t quite your eyes (but almost). I want to ride you while we listen to the buzzing of bees and breathe in lavender. I want to feel the sun on my breasts while we move together.
Surging like the seas we are.
i ache for the want of your skin
Sometimes I wonder if our love is seasonal. I’ve known your kindness in winter, your rejection in spring and summer, and your cruelty in autumn.
Maybe we cannot survive the warmth.
I don’t know if I can love you only three months of the year.
I am finally doing what you wanted.
I am writing about him instead of to him.
I still want.
The inches between us
Feel like miles
And even when the sway of the bus
Presses us together
You are still untouchable
I don’t often remember my dreams –
Except that I was falling,
Or I was running.
But You gave me nightmares
They hadn’t seen you for days
When you should have been at work
And for some reason,
They picked me to go to your apartment
And I found you swinging
(I found you like I wanted to be all the time)
And I didn’t look up
Just saw your stiff hand
And whispered your name,
Sure it was a sick joke;
I looked up,
And there was your beautiful
But purple and bulging and gone
And in my dreams,
the world without You
and woke up