What to do
When you’re empty
And alone
Just skin and bones
Willing to be reduced
To less.
I confess,
I feel useless
The grave
Speaks to me still
In words only I understand:
“Take my hand,
Rest a while.”
And I smile
At promises of peace
That leave me
Uneasy.
The pain in stranger’s eyes
Calls to me
In languages
Only we can utter.
Opens passages
To worlds
Only we
Have ever known.
Arms surround me, heated and huge, like the sun.
You pull me in close so I’m surrounded by your body
Like warm air on a beach day. I bask in our energy.
Your shirt comes off and my fingertips are drawn to your skin;
Your body is an art form I can’t tear myself away from.
My hands travel down your chest like I adventure on rock trails and my eyes shine just as brightly as my fingers skip over the chiseled trails your muscles form.
I’m giddy with curiosity and the innocent sparkle in my eyes causes you to wonder.
We wander for a while in the chasms of each other’s eyes and minds.
I want those arms to hold me down while your chest presses against my naked body.
Press that rocky path of muscles and hot sunshine skin against me while I struggle.
I’ll make you beg and whimper with longing till you wrestle me in place.
Make me scream.
Absently Searching 