what do i love when i love?
i love the sweet scent of your skin
as i stir, coaxed awake by the moonlight
your soft exhales hinting
of the vast chambers harbouring your
secret fears and sacred dreams
i love your sharp fingers that tease the topography of my chest
like erotic ink that etches
the future memory of this moment
even as your tongue winds itself around mine
and we surge toward the infinite
(whole)
falling deliberately… just short
allowing the delicious wave to crest and settle into our cells
holy and pure
i love the irreverent words
that slip sneakily from your lips,
daring to nip the naked heels of my carefully crafted ego
as if you
cannot hold them back
(I suspect you don’t even try)
i love the ones who loved you before me
who, whether or not they knew it
tempered your youthful heart and carved delicate crevices in your soul
a place where life could craft a nest
and nuzzle deep amongst your bones
i love the tears that betray how close
grief rests just below the surface
like seeds hidden in the dark womb of the earth
tendrils longing to burst forth
into the brilliant pain of daylight, to be seen
and witnessed
and nourished
only when ready
i love the way you say goodbye
maybe because you recognize the futility
of trying to grasp hold of this moment
as if to make it last forever
instead, you know that all true beauty is temporary
like a scarlet soaked sunset
never confusing that it was ever yours to possess
like love, itself
and
if we never meet again
i love the ones who will love you after me
who might, in the years to come
catch a wistful smile dancing across your face
as you rest, draped in soft afternoon bliss
daring to love what you love
wild
and still free