the mist of your lips moistly caressing me,
without and within,
body, lips, neck, skin,
tongues twinned,
whisked me to a twisted list of wistful sensations
resulting in a single declaration
it’s game, set, match.
you win.
if i’m not in love now,
it must be the next stop on the green line.
i’ve been avoiding the touch of your mouth to my skin
i know.
i’ve been afraid to love you because
i’ve been afraid you couldn’t love me
but after everything that was said today
i could no longer resist
much as part of me screamed for you to cease and desist
and let me languish in my fear of commitment
the pre-existing condition of our co-existence in this heaven we created
got my heart taking over with insistence that i persist in
telling myself the truth
i’m in deep with you
there isn’t anything i can do
but even better
there isn’t anything i need to
because you’re approaching me with all honesty
days have turned from seven to four to two
in which you can go without seeing me
and a few hours ago you showed me with all certainty
that this isn’t just about
the preference you have for my body
the reverence you have for my mind
the relevance you find in my soul’s kindness
you
like
ME
this she that i am
i am slowly realizing
is an ideal to you.
so maybe
instead of running from this feeling
i should patiently,
as you said,
stand my ground….