Freckled Hands

Closing my eyes I held my desire
In a clenched fist
Please please kiss me
I feel my lips murmer
Too far away to hear
Yet he still moves closer

Arms intertwined dancing
My hands burn
Until his lips are on mine
Confusingly consumingly good.

Clouds of moisture float
Casting shadows on a hot room
Rippling blurs of touch
Let’s play with gravity.

Hot walls
Metal Railing
2 bodies awake,
3 asleep.
We roar in our silence.

We play until the morning rolls around.
Peircing green eyes remind me you are real.
Golden body.
Curled rough fingers

I remember your hand so well
Resting on my knee underwater
Your freckles so stark against me.
The depart is just a little bitter.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s