"Your skin. This dark cocoa that tastes and smells like the warmth of the ground when it’s been shined on by the sun. I try to tell you how beautiful you are, how sculpted you feel, how perfect your body is. I want to tell you that your smile is relentless and the way you move against me is making me want to say Fuck it. You tell me to relax, you whisper relax in every moment, saying I think too much. You’re right. Like an angel messenger you come with a hose ready to water my trees. Spiritually. We were hand crafted of clay to fit each other. Over and over again, to fit each other. I didn’t cry, I didn’t fall in love. We were just there, together. And you held me like I deserved, and you kissed me where I deserved, and you ate me up like I was dessert and I could have laid in your arms till the earth went around, till another day passed, saying one more time please, lets just let this world spin. You slept on my shoulder, your breath on my face, your heavy arms made of strength and love lie restful, over me. You sleep, I think. I think about you, I think about life, I think about union. And I remember to try not to think so much, and with every moment I stop thinking, we’re naked again, combining our rhythms to make a song I want turned up loud, bass thick, singing with my soul out. And you kiss me. And I’m chillen, and you kiss me, and I’m grateful, and you kiss me, and I know that this may be transient, but you’re a King, and I let you know this."
I want to live my life differently than I have been, and by that I just mean, get the fuck over myself.
It doesn’t take much seeking to be halted in your tracks by one snow flake, one smile, one person.
As I drop my head back in efforts to relax, that snow flake dropped right on the tip of my nose where you had kissed me a thousand times the night before.