Strappy, Strappy

30 Oct

As if I had known you
Before
As if
There had been no time
Before
That I did not know your story
Or the way you
shone in the sun
Or the way you
gleamed in yellow street lamps

This must be
How it feels
To want to tear it
From your skin
To want to rip out
The want.
The wanting.
Even if it remains
Invisible
The way
That your scent
Remains
Invisible
Only known
In the huddle
For heat

Because you know
That this is inevitable
The endless
Endless
Thinking
Of eager feet
Flying to
Your side
Of flying to your side

Counting down
On every stop
Wishing
The time
Could stop
While I came
Closer
And closer
Then wishing
Time could stop
Or the night
Did not end
Or the sunrise
Did not come

Even if the sunrise
Had no face;
No mouth
With which
To say
“Go.”
It stopped us,
Anyway.

And so
I wonder
How will this grow?
Will it
Safely remain
Invisible?
Diffuse into the ether?
A scent,
No. Not even.
Merely a whisper
Of something
Called want.

Or will it
Wantonly
Make itself known?
Impudent.
Over and over again,
Calling
And calling
To my blood,
Squeezing
Belly
And thighs.
Ripe
And red,
This
Want?

Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me.

10.29.13

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 )

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: