Come in.

I think my favorite thing so far
is how he already
treats me
with the acuity
of an old friend; embracing
flaws, teasing out quirks and telling me
his dirty jokes because he knows
I’ll laugh just as hard
and then we’ll stare
a little while, smirking in a somewhat
disbelieving silence,
still reeling from the moment just after
I knocked and he called,
“Come in.”

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semantics

they were just two categories in search of criteria
bumping into one another repeatedly
on a windblown pebble beach
shoulders brushing, bodies leaning to and fro, a struggle
to hear each other
over the sound of inevitability
unconcerned, content, preoccupied with the sun in their eyes
they forgot to watch the tide
until it had curled itself around
their words and swept their meaning out
to sea, leaving only the look in her eye, the angle of his head
a lack of denial
as good as consent.

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Inventory

You notice
each part of me separately
and as a whole,
naming, in the process, my
insecurities
and dissolving them
with your careful reverence. I know
I am beautiful
whether you are in the room or not,
yet I feel my body glow
wherever your eyes fall.
And I know I am strong,
carrying the burdens
of the day with relative ease, but
my muscles quiver in
anticipation of their increasing proximity
to your lips. When our eyes
find each other in
a room rowdy with bodies
and noise, it is desire
that makes me smile and
look away, but later, when I step
into your arms,
it is your passion,
steeped in tenderness, that draws me that much
closer.