Sunday, December 10, 2023

Per Favore

Please don't look at me like that. 
As if you're drowning, lost at sea
And I'm the only raft for miles,
The stars you planned your courses by,
The northern lights you've 
Pinned your hopes into. 
Please, I beg of you, 
Like I've begged no man before,
Don't look at me like you've been searching
Centuries to find me again,
Like you have traveled the whole world over
For the chance to taste the hope
That's on my skin. 
Please, don't look at me like drowning men,
Don't throw your hands to gather me
Unless you mean to hold the raft. 
Unless you mean to give the truth
That I require as recompense
For saving you.  
Please.  I will believe you when your eyes
Meet mine, pupils dilated, lips parted,
And I can feel your heartbeat in my chest
Each time you look at me like this will be the last. 

Saturday, November 25, 2023

Ti Penso

Which one of us is leading this dance?
Do I think of you because I miss the way
My heart beats faster in your presence,
Or do I miss the way you look at me,
Like I'm the battle raging on between your ribs?
Do I itch to feel the brush of your fingertips
Against the soft skin of my lips,
Is that what this feeling is? The need? The desire?
Or do I think of you because you think of me
And pull me into your inner monologue?
Do I dance for you, do I lay still in your arms?
Do you run those soft fingertips across my naked skin?
Do I want you because you're everything,
Or do I want you because you thirst for me?

Friday, November 24, 2023

Mercutio

When I am still I can feel you tugging at my seams,
Your expert thoughts fingering the stitches
Of my self control, of my self respect...
And I promised myself I'd be done with this game
But when all is still, when the world stops moving,
All I can feel are your hands tugging me forward. 
Will you be brave for me, my Mercutio,
And tell me that dreamers often lie?
Or will you wish a Pox so sweet upon our houses 
Both, that I can't help but be drawn forth,
That you can then collect me in your warm embrace,
And draw "shivers of pleasures" from our happy place? 

Saturday, November 18, 2023

Questions

I have so many questions and each of them is outlined in your preference. Each of them is sent out like a little prayer into the universe and I expect an answer on a nightingale's wings. I want the universe to hand deliver you into my waiting palms.  I will not drop you. I have follow up questions to my originals. And additional questions that follow those. I want to understand your composition as if you've always been a part of me. I want to know the way you drink your coffee in the morning with the same certainty with which I know the way you blush when you think of me. I want to know those thoughts that dance inside your mind. I want to understand what brought you on your journey and pull you from your pedestal, turn you into a mere mortal like me. I want an offering of all your flaws and thoughts and dreams and hopes and fears. You are a puzzle for which I'd trade so much just for the chance to touch your pieces. I have so many questions and I'd like you to answer them all. 

Friday, November 17, 2023

I wonder

I wonder what you taste like with Blue Label on your breath, 
Are you a better kisser when the ethics are blurred?
I wonder what your cologne smells like at the end of the day 
When you strip from the day and let me unbutton your buttons... 
I would like my lips pressed against that spot on your neck
That makes your body tremble with each breath and each kiss. 
I wonder what your hair feels like between my fingers
As I shampoo your scalp at the end of the day,
With you nestled between my legs in the tub,
With your hands absentmindedly touching my skin. 
I wonder how warm your body is when pressed against mine,
Are we tangled in whose sheets and blankets? 
How do you look when you're wrapped in your dreams,
When youre soft and pressed into my sins. 
I want to unwrap you one mystery at a time
Until I've memorized you like a favorite book,
But now with the glass in my hand and laid on my bed,
I wonder what you taste like with Blue on your tongue. 

Convocami

 It's 6 and we are as we should be when the alarm goes off: 
My head on your chest, your hand in my hair, both content. 
The sleepy smile on your face and the kiss to my forehead,
Do we delay the inevitable wake up?
My devious hands playing under the hem of your shirt...
Absent-minded.  Warm. In our element. 
Do we rouse and dare disturb the universe? 
All is as it should be. Slow. Safe.

At noon I'm too wrapped up in my spreadsheets again, 
I have no time between emails to think of the press of your lips
Against mine, or the tickle that your voice summons in me,
And the same deft fingers that played with your hair
Now write memos and summons and homework again. 
I'm too busy in meetings to remember that I shouldn't be 
Talking about you and how you make me laugh,
And yet I revert to your phrases and blush like a fool. 

At 5 I'm already on my way to see you in your ivory tower,
Too fidgety at every red light that keeps me away longer,
That delays the moment where your lips caress the underside of my jaw
And I've been waiting all week to see you again. 
I keep searching your face for an answer to everything,
And "the curves of your lips rewrite histories" amore,
In the front row of your pew, patiently waiting 
For you to make the decision and summon me to you. 

At 11 we're where we needed to be for the evening,
You on the couch with your brain shut off for the night
And I, wrapped up with sweet thoughts of you, waiting
For the tug of your hand summoning me to bed,
For the grind of your hips and bruise of your lips on my skin,
For those deft fingerprints on my hips 
And all can be as it should be, mio caro
If you dare summon me to your side. 

Sunday, November 5, 2023

Peccato

There are too many miles, too many days, too many boundaries
Between where we are and where we ought to be,
Wrapped in each other's arms, and thoughts, and sins,
Basking in the quiet of Los Angeles. 
There are too many words I'd like to string together,
And whisper in the dark as you lay asleep
Nestled between my arms, my legs, my fantasies
Laid bare at those well-traveled feet. 
There are too many questions we'd have to answer, dear,
If we gave in on what you pulled in me,
What you awakened, what I can freely give,
As long as you ask for everything in me. 

I'd like to say that this is your mess to clean up.
And put the responsibility of this goddamn string on you. 
I think I need you to close the gap between us,
And tangle those fingers in my fiery hair.
I need you to pull me against you and dance in my breast
Like the smoke of a last cigarette post-dessert. 
I don't want to worship. I don't want to beg,
I don't want to be someone that just lays in your bed,
I'd like to be equal, I'd like to be brave
For once, I'd like to be selfish and make the request
That you surrender all that you are, all that you've ever been,
Between my parted lips, and share in my sin. 


Adorarti

You are all-consuming. 
You pulled the string, and now 
Nothing is as it was, as it should be. 
You shattered all rituals and 
Ruined the engravings of my temple,
You woke a force that slumbered peacefully,
For once - in so many years.
But you are a fool
As I no longer worship at the altar
Of mortal men. 

But I would worship you.

Saturday, November 4, 2023

Posso io?

Would you like to be immortalized in poetry,
Dip the nip into my veins and write you out of me?

Would you rather my doctorate thesis to be about you,
How your lips feel on my neck, how I don't know what to do?

Would you prefer I moan your name into the night sky,
Wrapped around your little finger as I'm soaring high?

Would you enjoy the taste of sin on that devilish mouth,
Waltz with me, my pet, let me ignite your truth?

Would you let me feed you heaven until your voice is raw,
Have you moan my name, and feel my skin, or none of it at all?

Would you believe it if I whispered that I was meant for you,
And would you let me immortalize you in everything I do?

Friday, November 3, 2023

Come

Come. 
Whisper in my ear your darkest fantasies. 
Tell me all the things you're too afraid to tell the universe 
And I will shield you from the repercussions of your honesty. 
Show me the darkest crevice of your soul,
The thing you hide beneath the shadow of your broken hopes,
And give me the chance to undo the damage
Of the careless lips that came before mine.

Come. 
Show me on your skin your sweetest maladies. 
Point out all the spots my lips should heal for you, 
With tongue, or mouth, or fingers cold or warm. 
Trace on me the places that have wounds on you
And hold my hand against all that has ached or hurt.
Give me the chance to put you back together,
To help rebuild all that you thought you lost. 

Come. 
Breathe onto me all that you want in life,
What I should summon from your mouth
In terms if moans and whispers, pleas and bargaining. 
I'll give you all you ask for and not a molecule more. 
Knot your hand in my hair and pull me into you,
Let my perfume consume your every waking thought,
And trust that I will catch you as you fall.