Waiting to Exhale
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I have to stand on my toes to kiss him
he has to bend his knees to hold me head to toe
a big man with big plans
big hands that touch my seams
stealing sleepy dreams
but his heart has a hole
2 buckshots in the same spot
his mind been made up
not to be disheveled by kisses and newness
but often forgotten in lunches and late nights
regardless of guarded
we free
with lips and skin,
recklessly tender
intentionally blinded by minutes and hours
leaving months and years for sitcoms and magazines
not allowed to fold
into oblivion
censoring expectations and investments
but I can melt in his arms
as we satiate this unacknowledged yearning
pretentious devotion committed only to moment
covert adoration
stolen ardor
horribly beautiful
yet bleak
cause time got a mind of it’s own
and an alliance with none
the risk becomes intoxicating
subconsciously nauseating
as I pull straws
and never look at length
not knowing what’s left
the hours stalk us
intention is written in code
with an unknown key
to be reviled in caress and whispers
unheard direction
testing weakness and rules
pressing luck & silly slippin’
slurpin’ auras & lickin’ intellect
grindin’ minds penetrating
seeping sleep & warm covers
haphazardly consumed by fullness
with reins and blinders
running a race with no contenders
and a non-descript finish line
cause nothing really matters
when lips speak and words do not interpret
body language and omens
becoming jungle gyms and see-saws
rebounds and slam dunks
here where there is no referee or shot clock
and the dichotomy seethes
concessions elude
So I stand on my toes
and raise my brow
to reach
though my chin might be in the path of a jab
or just might meet embrace
and he bends his knees
to consume me
perhaps transiently
yet still
so sweet.
*sigh*
