I long to kneel at your feet
To inhale the smell of you
As I rest my side against your thigh
And watch the fire crackle and pop
As the breeze carries off the heat of the day.
I desire the weight of your hand
Squeezing my phalanges together
Grinding the bones until I float
And they make my arms dance
Like eels in the water of your touch
Wild but to you compliant.
I miss a time when you could
Touch me in stillness rather than fight
When I could Lean against you
And not have our sense of how
Time is so little urge us along
Into the inevitable before the peace.
I wish I could touch you without
Our blood racing, without
Slipping under the waters of you
Before I have the chance to breathe you in
To feel the warmth of your skin
To- if time only allowed for it!- doze
Fire warmed against your knee
Before kissing your hip in the dark of night.