and I want to dance.
Be carefree and flawless.
With simple movements in time
and a pasted smile hung on my face.
Wave after wave,
moment after all.
With your internal clock keeping us in time.
Quarter note to eighth, off beat to the two on the four.
I want to have
fallish
moments with you
involving some sort or body of water
with a fire of our own creation smoldering
against some rocks, wet snaps of
pine'd kindling pushing its un-targeted misses
away in directionless fights.
You'd kiss me on the cheek, in the middle of the night
I'd respond this time.
In like kind.
I want to feel your breasts pressed
against my chest, and radiate the warmth
of your body against mine.
reactor of paroxysm.
Slip off your pants
take off my shirt
and pull you on.
And your scent
And your lips
And your unfathomably smart
conversations afterwards.
It clicks to me,
I hope it will for you.
This is my new thought.
A new love.
