#eleafeels

I want to know you 

like my skin knows the sun,

Warmth kissing the cold

and giving me little goosebumps

to remind me I’m alive. 

I want to know you 

like a cat knows it’s way home

because my home is you

I want to know the feel of your touch

from any other. 

The softness of your skin

above all else. 

I want to know the sound 

of your laugh in a  crowd 

of your grumble in the morning

the sigh of turning onto your stomach

while we sleep at night 

I want to know you like I know myself

but better.

I look through pages of your book

 searching for me. 

Sentences of sunlight and dew. 

I look for the words that you know me by, 

the consonants and sounds that make me up. 

I want to know how I slide off your lips, 

how I make your tongue curl, 

how you pronounce me. 

I lick my fingers between the pages 

so maybe I can taste the ink. 

Your hands are stained. 

Mine are too. 

I write in my pages the words of you. 

I can never find the right ones f

or your taste on my tongue 

and fingers in mine. 

So we're a story a piece. 

You've touched my pages, 

leaving your ink, 

bright and colorful. 

Mine is dull blue, 

but the words that describe you are nice. 

As simple as they may look, 

Giggles in the bedroom

From ceiling to the floor.

Laughter in the windows,

daylight through the doors. 

The squeak of angry box springs

and sweet kisses up your thighs.

Tell me pretty darling, 

is that starlight in your eyes?

Rough, but gentle hands,

slender as they go. 

Tell me pretty darling,

does he ever let you go?

Holding you is easy.

You always let me know. 

Let me tell you, darling,