June 28, 2012

p.s. and also i miss you

i want you to come to me and press against my ceiling and i want to press against yours and i want your mouth on me and exploring and finding me and filling me in all the hollows and all the gaps and wants and your hands follow behind and taking up all my spaces and i want you hungry and i want you demanding and i want you accepting and i want you soft.  i want to feel your edges and the between velvet and rigid and the straight lines and the curves, and i want to cup you and taste you and i want you to insist.  and i want you to take and i want to hear you breathe and feel you expand and retract and i want to know your eyelids and your teeth with my tongue and i want your droplets one two three on me from above and i want to bury myself in your icewater hair and to twist our hands together in a body kiss and i want your massive and i want your thighs on mine and want you slow and kind.  and i want to run myself over the map of you and then tangle in your fine and tangle in the body of your mind and i want to find your empty and i want you to find my empty and i want us to go away.  i want you next to me.  in me. on me. i want to go places with you i have never been and i want you to go places with me you have never been and i want your wet heat and your breeze.  i want your imagination and your wonder and your skin against mine and you i want you to see my desire for you and my plain plaintive want of you.  i want you to come to me. soon.  again.  and soon.

i want this every day and i want this today.





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published in Poetry Quarterly Winter/Summer Tricky Edition, 2012