Monday, June 13, 2016

I put myself

-for R.

I put myself there with you,
between these asynchronous pauses
on still surface, 
where sky and water hold each other.

I put myself there in the mornings
when I press our bodies close

on that bed where you lay,
until they can't tell which one is sky and which is water
and morning seemed pale 
as if it hadn't seen much sleep.

I want to smell the sweet late night whiskey on your breath,

taste your face, like the sun rising
from between my legs,
your nose and lips wet in the glistening of my dew.

I put myself in that house, naked 
by the door-windows
and their parted curtains,
they open to a shaded garden
just like I imagined. 

I put myself on that balcony looking down at the dogwood tree,

in the spring it will flower 
pink curvy blossoms 
for us to kiss. 

I put myself by that short gate and garden 
of stone paths and bougainville veins. 

I want to fuck by the bougainvilleas.
So I put myself on a bed of translucent petals,
crawling to gather them in, because I love them,
and you, in all my naked beauty, cannot resist.
I won't let you resist.

I put myself with your body,
your eyes, your lips, your fingers;
My body in your body- 
my eyes in your eyes my lips on your lips my fingers where your fingers have been my mouth my face my pussy your cock - 
I put myself in that emptiness without you, 
my darling.