Comparison

Kiss for kiss, every single time our mouths find each other, I can't help but think of you.

Her breath is softer, hot feathers crawling across my face. Your teeth knew how to find me, small stabs of white and pink pain where the flesh became reason. She hasn't yet learned where to place her hands: where she can find your memory embedded, making songs in my skin. Her lips on mine feel nothing of your rough smile and wide eyes. She is all soft music and black lashes.

You were the anchor, holding sunken treasure in place. The sand of centuries made my body new. She is the wave, relentless and circular. She is salt and fruit. You were chocolate and silk, embracing my throat with silent, succulent smiles. You were the fire, light and warm. She is the smoke, shapely and uncertain. Grey like the dream of the shadow of a ghost on the wall, from my lungs like the words I liked to give you.

She is the snowflake and you raindrop; her lace begins to melt on my tongue as your touch evaporates from my mind and the cool crisp air begs to be inhaled.

Courtyard

Fate is spelled in the joy of crossed paths, the magic of lingering eyes, and the poetry of your nervous hands.

Truth written over your simple smile, the honesty of your lips on the shell of my ear, whispering mundane details over the shivers and trembles you leave in your wake. I can hear you breathing, sighs that punctuate your sweet words, exploding in giggles that tickle my neck.

Your kiss reconciles the beauty of your mouth and the softness of your lips..

In the cold night, few things are as warm as your face with mine.

Your voice, explains the virtues of melting snow as the flakes kiss our cheeks and disappear. I am lost in the curves of your tongue, in the simplicity of your bashful smile, your fingers in my hair, your soft hands.

Destiny is a word best left expressed by a kiss.

Spotlight

In the dimness, I am one with your lips.

We kiss, and again I drown in the beauty of your mouth. Sealed tight, our breath escapes and retreats, hiding under tongues and teeth, coiling down our throats.

Your hands skim around my waist, drawing me close. Your soft skin yields under my fingertips, slow curves giving way to firm muscle. Insistent, pressing, urgent, your heart races under my mouth.

I've melted away in your flesh, honey pooled on succulent marble.

The lamp beside your bed showers you with golden light, and the shadows of your jaw speak to me. The line of your neck shifts and slides around your honest words, sighs that fade into the space between us. My voice sinks into your shoulder, singing your praises to the freckles there, the perfect constellation they make beneath my lips.

I am so stuck on your mouth and the way it swallows the shadows whole.

Lean

Lithe body pressed to the old stone.

You're looking over the ledge at the ocean. I don't remember what you said that day. The photograph has long gone grainy, and the edges frayed, but your oxford still seems crisp around your shoulders.

The day, gray, has almost swallowed the sunlight of your hand in mine. The wind has stolen our words from the tips of our tongues and placed them far behind us. I can still hear them whisper in our footsteps.

I remember the touch of your blue oxford under my fingers, starched cotton unyielding, firm shoulders defiant and sincere.

You lean into me, and with a kiss, you forget.

Blink

I close my eyes and there you are, your slow, sweet voice floating from your smiling lips.

Your elbow touches mine, for warmth, perhaps, or for affection; I have not yet decided.

When you see me, your whole face lights up. Your eyes, under long lashes, glow and crinkle at the edges. You smile wide, and I relish the moment it fades, so that I may look at your lips in their voluptuous rest. Possibly I'm imagining things, but I do not yet know your rhythms and cannot make any assumptions.

I like the way my name rolls off your tongue, with your unassuming certainty. I can feel your honey voice glide on my skin, pushed by each light breath. You laugh quietly, and my shoulder breaks out in chills from the sensation of your exhalations on it.

I wonder at times if you ever take your thoughts of me to bed, as I often do. I wonder if you like the way I look, or if you're as giddy as I am.

I blink, and I see you kissing me.

Your mouth, what made me love you in the first place, on my skin.

I open my eyes, and I am met with the sky, blue swirls of uncertainty and lovesickness which take me back to sleep.

I blink, and I am on your bed, drowning in your marble skin, swimming in your ocean eyes.

It's all so beautiful, I could stay here dreaming.

Four Hours

Sleep is a pleasure best reserved for the dreamers.

In the dark tunnels of the city, a lonely monster sighs, red eyes piercing the silence with sadness. Out of order and forced to look as the others play, the train sits in a service tunnel, scarlet letter on its forehead.

Over tracks, the path bumps and dips, falls with screeching melodies.

Sleep is sacred.

River

The night has fallen in the wood.

Sweetly, I shed my skin and dip a naked foot in the cool water.

Sinking slowly, the water washes my senses, bubbling warmth rising from the poetry of our pictures.

I think back to the kisses we shared, those you now share with another man, the same that time after time left me empty. The mouth you once yearned now lays on my face behind the unforgiving glass, something to be admired and not desired, to appreciate but not loved.
My lips have always had the best intentions, but even my sincerest attempts have always fallen short. I have been too soft, too gentle, exuding feminine wiles and not raw masculinity. You thought me like a painting from an artist one likes peripherally: ingenious, striking, and altogether too much unlike what you like to place me on the walls of your bedroom.

In the water I feel your presence. Like the ghost of your head on my pillow, the poetry that would burst from my fingers at the very mention of your presence falls silent. The waterfall stills, quiets, and dries. We hid behind the curtain of blue water, and now alone, I shield my eyes from the sun.

My fingers grown cold.
I've been keeping you warm for this moment, been with only you so utterly alone.

I sink to the bottom of the well.
The clear water fills my mouth, winks at my dry eyes. Reaching out I can feel where they stand, intangible as they are.

Within the swirling current, I see my reflection.
Rising back into the world, I am reborn, tears and freshwater on my new face.