Wake

I cannot remember falling asleep,
All I know is I woke up.

The Standoff

Claw marks are battle wounds and kisses

are yellow cards.

Matches become draws;

Somehow we both win.

The commitment war has been underway for quite some time, and

We are at a standstill, 

Continuing these physical charges against (and with) 

One another.

Neither of us is willing to make the first move,

That matters.

Synchronized

The warmth of your body
Pressed tight, against mine

Hands stroking, petting
Fingers skating, lacing

Lips on lips
Skin on skin
Pulse to pulse

In sync.

Vibrations

Pulsing and pounding and buzzing
In my head, in my hands, in my toes.

In the Moonlight

A half illuminated sky and the promise of something new;
I cannot stop thinking about you.