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?
14.5.17
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