I want you. Shamelessly. 

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. 

Scratch

(NSFW)

I felt a blush rush up

and my fingers curled around my bottle

the soda level raising by degrees

And nearing the brim before I could put it aside

My palms wet

and slickening;

The cold emanating from the thin window pane-

tendrils raising chilled bumps cross my neck

Shoulders Collarbone

Wrapping round my arms

like Sheba's bejeweled armlets-

feels for them

but unable to ice the heat they find there;

Reactive my neck tightens into a pleasant knot

of the laces that run up my spine

corsetting this into my body

and causing my back to conform

to the tightening arch

of their guide;

A drumming started in my neck

carotid artery dancing to the rhythm

of my heart beat as I inhale through my nose

the chill of empty air

and loneliness.

And because the cause is absent

(not lending warmth

or shielding the chill)

I write.