The Story of Us

I crave

The sound of

Your breath

On my collarbone;

The damp, sweet spaces

Of wine, exhaust

And a symphony of the

Small 

Noises our

Skin makes

When you 

Shift and

Smooth me out

And 

Settle. 

I imagine your cheek pressing into mine, 

Your fingers illuminating 

My spine 

Like the moon

Hanging low

On a glass lake;

Chill bumps rippling when you

Sigh

Into my ear. 

"I sing the body electric,"

I am electric for you.
I am awake. 

So come
Sleep
In
My House.

Retire here. 

My toes will weave into your toes.

I will wash away the travel on you;

Root you into the soft earth.

I will give you water;

Watch you flourish  

Like a rebirth.

My skin will 

Become your skin
Until we disintegrate into dust.

We'll birth blossoms between our bellies.

I write the story of us.