stupid sense

Under stormclouds quivering boulders, your shivering shoulders warmed by my hands, growing ever bolder, falling back on thoughts older than myself and I’m biting back my love bites, restrained by a night too short for ascension, tracing patterns in the tension between us I’m breathless with each wandering kiss, exploring every curve in the swirl of your neck, sex tangible with each exhale on your collarbone, my mind is roaming towards primal, hiding from finals, locked in a trial of trying to pull away, I could spend all day on this, to kiss we part our lips and we reach from inside, eyes closed to hide from the mutual fire spreading, a crimson blush heading straight for tangled sheets and ecstasy, smiling endlessly, we separate ourselves regretfully, stumble down the stairs unsteadily and depart, slowly calming our frenzied hearts.

Under the western morning air I emerged, dawn’s rays so cold and vicious falling on the newborn dewdrop kisses, and a breeze of silent wishes whisked by me, the day brightening with each tender step towards my fixation, slowly warmed by the rising elation as my feet carry me nearer, brightly mirrored eyes waiting, a spark springing so fascinating inside them that this protective plating is falling away like so much extra weight, fate or fiction I’m perfecting my diction to weave a worthy description of the way you make my hands shake and waver. And if I were braver I’d steal you away from here, to the sea-salt piers or the rocky coast frontier just to whisper sweet nothings, we’d be lost and loving, wasting days jumping into waves or etching secret songs into hidden caves, and misbehave until the very stones fade.

Caring is the only daring thing left to do, there’s an anchor running through you and I’m hooked, craving a fix of the way you look smiling in the dim glow, I’m hopeless to resist this, even time’s persistence can’t shake this lovesick fluttering, between the clicking shutter we, blush and kiss, lingering longer than autumn mist, if you sigh again we’ll risk my heart bursting with each frantic beat. Tongue-tied and repeating the same halting poetry, I’m trying to infect my every word with this persistent glee, but consistently my shouts come out whispering, whole symphonies reduced to simple whistling, wishing for a way to wind infinitely along the curves of your intricacy, adrift under your stars shining magnificently, I’m happy just to sink into this intimacy.

It looks like again I’m falling, and it’s appalling to think I’ve done this before, never asked for more than those shallow exchanges of this and that, tit for tat and empty embraces with practical strangers, I’m so eager to brave the dangers of your wink and smile, your warmth clings to me for miles, through foggy streets weeping rain, poised on this cliff with the world to gain and I’m doe-eyed, that youthful grin long dried and gone is bursting out, lighting the long nights spent shut away watching the world from this lowly height, now my vision is blurred from the sight of a sunset glowing golden hues, and all I can say is I want to know you, and live cradled in your life shining, the ragged son captured, pining,

Prove to me, that this world moves and breathes with every breeze softly swishing by, I’m so lost and newborn raw against these days spent alone, at home scratching out fevered visions of future divinity, hope so strong it trembles with religious ministry. This cynic with a severe case of clinical motion sickness from all these twists and turns is finally recovering, maybe able to love or sing, or maybe just smile and enjoy the sight of beauty and youth, I’m so close to the truth it leaves my lips tingling, each kiss leaving me mingling with the autumn sky. Stormclouds never looked so bright. 

I woke up wishing dawn would fall, back behind the cruel horizon’s wall so we could sleep a little longer, just for another song or dream, let me pick at the seams of my awkward exterior so I could bring out the sun in eyes the shade of smoldering amber. And her every sigh pulls me back to the clutches of weekends spent weathering the rain and wind without a shiver, just rivers of whiskey nestled next to the warmth of heartbeats skipping, slipping to a teenage state of trembling, nervous and cold on someone else’s couch, slouching into body heat trying to free my tongue long enough to make a clever point or joke, so stunned by a face unmarred by the cheap paint and drifting smoke that I’m left staring, sheepishly wearing my heart on my sleeve, hoping to lay here long enough to dream.

we fell off the edge of time into a different dimension, spinning spheres of light and sound adhered to memories untouched by time’s torturous ravages, and overtures sigh, melting into the warm embrace of a thick smoke cloud swimming from my mouth. Just overgrown kids sitting on stunted couches and chairs, trying to stretch our legs and forget our cares, smother the when and where and try to laugh and please, and maybe even sleep easy, try to remember to forget the twisted life-like dreams that encroach on reality, shaken from a paralyzed sleep by the silent fear of insanity, minds tangled too deeply in scenes of violence and idyllic imagery, sharks circling in the smooth sheets of an endless sea, and a world of just the sky and me, stretching together in the evening chill, images that sap my will to wake and keep me buried in the blankets wishing for something beautiful and imagined, but my attempts at creation just fashion monsters and hopeless romance, and pipe dreams don’t last.

but I’m drowning in this drought of double meanings sabotaging my weaning, anxious to be separated from this separation anxiety linked to the way you give my heart murmurs, sunny days turn her into something so great that a simple handshake makes my hands shake. Rained so much yesterday that the creek flooded, but today it’s all sunshine and freezing winds. Today is a day for listening to Zee Avi and Chikita Violenta