falling blindly with no resistance.
an unopened bottle of champagne sits on the floor near my bedroom door.
we lie in bed weak from martinis and whiskey
and he reaches over and says “good morning sweetheart”.
my succulent plants can no longer face the cold temps of my winter new york bedroom
and my once white rug is now a grey blur.
his beard tickles my neck as i listen to my neighbor’s heels clap on the floor above.
for a split second i can see clouds surround our bodies.
gravity is a lost concept and i’ve never felt so high and so sober in one moment.
i am being held by the kindest man known to mankind,
and in this hour i’m not fretting about when i will see him next
or if he likes me back.
rather, my mind is serene and my body is still
and all of me feels pleasant.
i reached into a box.
writer’s block hit me hard
until i reached
into that box.
a blind mother touching
her newborn for the first time.
briefly thinking about the future
then promptly realizing the beauty of now.
clueless about intentions.
clueless with questions.
we have no connection.
but here we are.
my hand in the box,
i feel around for a notion of man.
but nothing was there.
there’s fluttering electricity pulsing in the space between nearing mouths about to kiss.
that’s not all that’s pulsing.
sin so delicious the angels want to taste it.
i love all your scars, i’ll kiss every one.
it’s what makes you
let me kiss the ones i can’t see.
you are the spark that ignited my pulse.
show me yours, i’ll show you mine.
you look at my body as if this is ninth grade geometry class all over again.
stars touching my window
and your tongue doing funny things.
can you feel the pulsing?
i only kiss after the clock strikes midnight
but my mind is always in another timezone anyways.
your fingers buried deep as if you are searching the four corners of the earth for a lost memory of my warmth.
ohhh, the pulsing.
the only thing separating you and i are the vibrations of intricate noises and breaths of used air that we happily share.
butterflies take over my being as i fly to mount olympus, el dorado, atlantis, the garden of eden.
thank god for the forbidden fruit.