skinblade

We sleep in until it’s too late to do the things we planned.
You are
smooth and trembling
as I tickle your back.

You throw sheets aside and I pull in pillows.
You wake up smiling and I’m still dreaming.

I expand infinite inside your kiss -
moving mountains,
collapsing canyons,
obliterating oceans,
and incinerating islands
while I
whisper your name
in to the softness of your skin.

I explore and lay claim to
your mountains, your canyons, your oceans, and islands.
You are a planet unlike any other
that begs to be discovered.

We are blooming in the sun
and then exploding in the wind.
And I drown inside your eyes
as you meow and laugh and tease.

You intercept my self-conscious silence
with a smile
and a look that tells me to stop thinking about the endings of things
and start paying attention to the shape of your hips,
the words you say without saying,
the sound of your laughter echoing in my head.

There’s a knock on the door -
a welcome interruption as you bring back the sheets.

I get up and as I round the corner I see your shyness is back.
I bring in the cart.

You excuse yourself to do your ritual in private.
I begin my new ritual of serving the coffee and setting the table.

We sit in silence and drink and eat and smile and
the beating in my heart tells me I’m still alive
even though it all seems so surreal.

Yes, that knock on the door
brought us back to reality and as we sip our coffee,
we drip with impatience to get right back in to our dream world
where kisses are forever
and now is all that matters.