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.

A Spark, A Flicker, A Fizzle

Our eyes met for the first time with intensity and eager gazes;
There was heat.
There was passion.

The days together turned into weeks, and those months.
Our eyes would meet,
They would remember that spark.
And then,
They didn't.

The light I once saw behind your blue eyes seemed to dim.
The light in my hazel eyes flickered.
I assume.
No.
Know.

We fizzled out,
Slowly at first,
And then,
All at once.

Random Thoughts (August 12, 2012)

It takes a great deal of strength to let one's heart be vulnerable.