Compositions

When what you say
   lights me up
and i want to paint you,

 the roughness, the edges,
   that twist of danger
   and all the endless
    softness
   of your touch your voice your smile

The unsurprising
   Revelations,
   your tendency to avoid
  "how are you" in favor of
  anything else,

my own surprise
  at how you
   illuminate
   me

How i want to sink in, to roll myself
  around in you, lose myself
     in your brain your psyche your tenderness
   The anger not at me, never at me
    Rather FOR me, my protection

 and i can breathe -
   hell, i can fly -
But all on my own, the wings
   you illuminate belong to me,

  the pictures you paint in words and care and
    admitting who you are
  me
   How am i this lovely thing you see?

How do i stay, this far, no farther,

  when all i want to do is paint

  your body your face your touch your eyes
   with my fingers, my lips, my limbs
Those eyes i want to climb inside
  the lips, shoulders, gaze that sets me
  longing, maybe
     even pining for the rest of you -
The what
   ifs
  scattered like milk
     and honey across my world

how do i not give in?

Realism

Realism

The reality of this situation is:

there is nowhere for any of this

overflowing

messy

emotion to go, and you

are gonna rend your heart

on the rocks of "What if."

But goddammit, do those

"what if"s feel good.

Twining yourself into arms in thought,

if not reality,

kneeling and breathing and thinking and

what if

that hand were on your neck

in your hair

that knife were at your throat

that voice were whispering

into your ear

what if

those arms were holding

lips touching

bodies twining

what

if
That light he turns on you
all the dark spots lit by
seeing you this way,
What
If

you could kneel and know

it was safe to give yourself up

put yourself at his

mercy
hand over all this
bottled emotion,

submit

Just

keep

breathing.

Don't

Don't wish,
    don't think too far
  don't do it


 Do not open that door,
    the what ifs, beyond
  what you've already seen

Do not mistake this for anything
   but what it is -
    moments in time, nothing
  that can ever be.

  Don't wish