homesick

it never takes long
after walking out the door
before the oxygen evaporates
and my heart slows
the heat of your kiss
still burning my lips
and fingerprints still visible
on my skin
i pull out my phone
just to tell you
i miss you
even though
those words somehow
just don’t seem like
enough
to express how
homesick
i am
for you

 

March 22, 2018

you know what i mean?

when i am around you
my mouth loses its eloquence
and my words begin to resemble
a lovesick teenager
with all my parenthetical
(i miss yous)
and secretly coded ellipses
that really mean…
i want you.
declarative sentences hide
behind batting eyelashes
and meandering verbiage
i end sentences
without completing a thought
hoping my you know what i mean?
is enough for you to  
know what i mean
and that’s on a good day
because sometimes
you look at me
and my tongue becomes
inoperable
like that kid on A Christmas Story
so i stand here
with my tongue stuck to a pole
and my heart pouring out the
sides of my mouth
in run on sentences
with way too many adjectives
and an occasional
interjected moan
hoping you can translate
my disjointed dialogue
into the only concise thought
that permeates my brain

I love you.

September 30, 2017

 

 

senses

bodythe room darkens
as my senses decrease
by one
and the others
intensify
cool metal against my wrist
sends chills down my spine
and hot breath on my neck
sets my insides on fire
your lips brush mine
as i taste a mixture of
a cinnamon mint
and my own
juices
and the only sound i hear
is my breathy voice
begging for
permission

 

September 5, 2017

flashback

i want to stay on your mind
long after we part
i want you to smell me
on your finger tips
and taste me on your lips
i want your palm to twitch
in the middle of the day
and your throat to become
inexplicably dry as it grabs hold of
your breath
because out of nowhere
you can think of nothing else
but the feel of my exposed skin
and the sound of my quiet gasps
from your bare hand
i want you to lick your lips
and crave the taste
of my reddened skin
because baby
some kisses
were never meant to end

 

May 31, 2017

1:33

it is 1:33
in the morning
and as i lie in bed
i have run out of fingers
counting the things
i miss about you
tonight

there is the way
you wrap your arms around my waist
as i stand between your legs
     the way you sometimes
     brush my hair behind my ear
     before you kiss me
          the way you press your mouth
          hard into mine
          never feeling close enough
               there is the way
               your warm breath
               feels on my neck
                    and my inner thigh

one after the other
all these things
pile up in my mind
until my fingers
must find
some other way
to put me to sleep

 

May 15, 2017