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