concerto in F
Your arms lay around my body, confirming their presence by the warmth eminating from them and soaking into my skin causing me to writhe closer into your embrace. The simple touch of your arm conforming to the curve of my waist was enough to set my senses alight with flame and my face glow with the pleasure of the company I had recieved. It took so little effort and so much energy to be scared and delighted simultaneously, especially when it came as naturally as kissing your lips when we embraced. I couldn't tell whether it was your breath on my neck or my imagination toying with my desire knowing it was as taunt as a piano wire and much more free-spirited. No matter what it was, it was soothing to my psyche as it flamed with images of utopia.
And to think that sleep was as complex as this when you were living with someone. Living with someone, breathing with someone in time. 1. 2. 3. 4. 1. 2. 3. 4. C. G#. and a grunt from a dream that furrows your brow with concentration that I run my hand over slowly and intuitively to soothe. Eye lids flutter, a smile of love, the gentle jerk of your arms to pull me closer, actions from your dream or because I'm in your arms. I'm in our bed that still creaks with new-ness as we climb in together at night and rise in the morning to our eyes reflected in the others. The creaking that makes us laugh as we move and causes us to hold still so I won't wake up in the middle of the night frantic for you. Like I've done tonight. For the affirmation of you.
The moon's not out, but I can see your face perfectly in our dark aparment. The face I've known for years is the one that faces mine, faces me with love. It eddies in the scar on your eyebrow, the creases in your eyelids and on your mouth making it a red fruit begging to be tasted. As it told me how much you'll do for me, how long you've waited for this, how you can't wait for the future, how much you want me it still begged to be tasted. A forbidden fruit of the garden of eden that I have tasted so many times but the serpent still eggs me forward. More. More. He tells me that I can't live without it and I know I can't. I can't stand to not have more. I can't figure out why the snake has your voice for my vice. And I know that your snake has my voice. More. More. we whisper.
For now I ignore the snake as your breath hisses in and out of your tempting mouth that I can't help but love. For now your arms are gently caressing my body and my hands are lost to my mind but found by yours. Like Cupid and Psyche, sittin' in a tree K I S S I N G. Love has found Soul. And as Soul winds itself around Love in a bone crushing spiral like the snake with your voice, Love will run its hands over the constricting body that freezes and relaxes on contact. Soul has found and caught Love. Veni, vidi, vici. Love conquers all. Forever.
A swift inhale and your body rocks with motion in a coughing fit that doesn't last long. Your eyes open and gaze into mine and I kiss your lips pressing hard. The peace was broken and entropy released and I couldn't help myself any longer. My hands are found by my mind and I calm you by rubbing your back gently before winding it back to your waist. We gently part lips and smile, coiled around eachother like Eve's snake on her fruit tree we are happy. This time you caress my brow intuitively and I smile and pull you closer but the entropy causes our lips to meet again in the middle and all is well. Well. Well. Well.
And to think that sleep was as complex as this when you were living with someone. Living with someone, breathing with someone in time. 1. 2. 3. 4. 1. 2. 3. 4. C. G#. and a grunt from a dream that furrows your brow with concentration that I run my hand over slowly and intuitively to soothe. Eye lids flutter, a smile of love, the gentle jerk of your arms to pull me closer, actions from your dream or because I'm in your arms. I'm in our bed that still creaks with new-ness as we climb in together at night and rise in the morning to our eyes reflected in the others. The creaking that makes us laugh as we move and causes us to hold still so I won't wake up in the middle of the night frantic for you. Like I've done tonight. For the affirmation of you.
The moon's not out, but I can see your face perfectly in our dark aparment. The face I've known for years is the one that faces mine, faces me with love. It eddies in the scar on your eyebrow, the creases in your eyelids and on your mouth making it a red fruit begging to be tasted. As it told me how much you'll do for me, how long you've waited for this, how you can't wait for the future, how much you want me it still begged to be tasted. A forbidden fruit of the garden of eden that I have tasted so many times but the serpent still eggs me forward. More. More. He tells me that I can't live without it and I know I can't. I can't stand to not have more. I can't figure out why the snake has your voice for my vice. And I know that your snake has my voice. More. More. we whisper.
For now I ignore the snake as your breath hisses in and out of your tempting mouth that I can't help but love. For now your arms are gently caressing my body and my hands are lost to my mind but found by yours. Like Cupid and Psyche, sittin' in a tree K I S S I N G. Love has found Soul. And as Soul winds itself around Love in a bone crushing spiral like the snake with your voice, Love will run its hands over the constricting body that freezes and relaxes on contact. Soul has found and caught Love. Veni, vidi, vici. Love conquers all. Forever.
A swift inhale and your body rocks with motion in a coughing fit that doesn't last long. Your eyes open and gaze into mine and I kiss your lips pressing hard. The peace was broken and entropy released and I couldn't help myself any longer. My hands are found by my mind and I calm you by rubbing your back gently before winding it back to your waist. We gently part lips and smile, coiled around eachother like Eve's snake on her fruit tree we are happy. This time you caress my brow intuitively and I smile and pull you closer but the entropy causes our lips to meet again in the middle and all is well. Well. Well. Well.