Sewn

4/26/11

She said "show me what it's like to live"

eyes meeting mine, a chestnut gaze
thrashing down to the lost notes of my soul
invisibly clenching her fist round my mind
control gripped by a mistress in mahogany skin
soon that's all she stand in, pressed against mine
incense releasing perfume in vines of smoke that cling
binding us pulling us into never never above the city street
The pink of her lips matching the blush of my cheeks
Her hand finds my shoulder, tracing my veins
slow, steady, confidence in the journey
down lower, knees tremble, I whisper
"stitch me anew, take these pieces and sew starscape on this canvas, constellations from scars
Use your fingers as thread, your breath as a compass"
without hesitation she lays me among the crimson pillows, plush works of art
A mile of legs wrapping tight with my own
smooth on smooth, defying logic and sparking into flames on the comforter
as she engulfs me completely
The room transformed
Our bodies instinctively sweat off the heat
while we claw, drop, and roll, no signs of stopping
twisting up in satin sheets
panting out prayers to Aphrodite and Ares
not sure which god these moans belong to
Close to ecstasy now as she kisses my throat
digs into my torso, makes her final thrust
waves crash and rush over me, breaking my lungs into a thousand droplets of ice cold rain
that pour out onto our molten hot bodies
again
then again
Drenched in harmony, steam swimming off in relief
the clock starts up with a gentle tick, tock
Time resumes
The fog rolls away and what remains seems a dream
Trenches on her back match the road map I keep in my chest
The war wounds compressed, healing found in these arms that still hold
With a smirk she dances out 8 bits of wisdom
"If this is living, I finally like it"
I blink in agreement then pull her in close
time to cuddle under this blanket while dusk's last rays hit us soft
golden dewdrops mismatched to greet a new dawn