you’re standing so close
trying to explain something
i don’t know what it is
you’re saying
because your words are
drowned out
by heart beats in my ears
you reach forward
to point out something
i think
(damn my one track mind)
your arm brushes
mine and scorches
my skin
even through our shirts
i smile and nod
and continue to pretend
to care more about the words
coming out of your mouth
than the shape of them
but, i can’t help contemplating
how they would feel
how they would move
how they would taste
pressed against mine
i force myself to
move my stare from your
beautiful mouth
to meet your dark eyes
but this does not help
my hopeless situation
because they are
piercing through me
and for a moment
i am afraid that the
throaty moan
that has been trapped
finally escaped the confines of
my parting lips
but you are still talking
and so am i
yet the context of our conversation
seems like a charade
or a cover up
for the dialogue that is occurring
between our eyes and
yearning bodies
at least i think you feel it too
because i swear that i just heard
your breath quicken
and almost catch
when i casually (but deliberately)
touched your arm while
laughing at your joke
i probably shouldn’t have
but i honestly couldn’t help it
my reaction to you
is a reflex

March 16, 2013

solution to my confusion

you prompt
the throaty moan
that escapes my lips
just by
standing so close
and when you
reach out and touch
my neck
my insides quake
from the swarms of
that rise and cloud
my mind
and then you step
even closer
close enough to hear my
faint prayers
and disoriented pleas
while your finger trails
down my spine
beautiful havoc
and your lips
prove to be
the only solution
to calm the storm

March 2013

my thoughts on you

you aren’t real–you know
just a dream
too good to be true
just a memory of touching
that never happened
but i like to pretend that we have
wearing the shirt
that i always liked best
you know the one
the one that beckoned me to
touch you
and even though it may be wrong
or shallow
i wanted you to touch me back
what does that mean
i wanted to feel your strong, sure hands
in my hair
and feel your whispering breath in my ear
and perhaps
on my neck
maybe your fingers would slip
and brush my soul
in a way that unnerves my heart
i wonder what that would feel like
that’s a pretty good dream to fall asleep to
don’t you think?

February 2013