Lonely are the nights I lay awake
in a bed alone whisked away from the love I was suckling from your lips only hours ago.
Whisked so fast from your warm embrace,
enveloping my entirety (the same way your hot mouth wraps around my tongue).
What I’d give
to have you leaning above me,
propped up on your hands
with your body stretched across the mattress like a highway overpass.
With your dark eyes glimmering
like street lights on wet asphalt,
and your hair swinging in your face
like telephone wires.
The hum of your breath in your chest,
like subway trains ripping through the underground.
The rumble of your groan echoing from behind your ribs, shaking the grated sidewalks beneath my feet.
Your laughter,
electrifying,
like digital billboards and neon lights
flashing back and forth across the skyline.
Your cry like emergency sirens
fleeing through the streets.
And your beautiful mouth hanging open softly,
The stark contrast to the sandpaper grin rising from your stubbly chin.
Like a flower growing through cracks in the concrete, are your pink mouth and your chipped teeth.
(I always loved those flowers the most. Because despite the obstacles, they simply had to grow! They demanded to exist! Like a pure smile on a sad face.)
I want to crawl inside your body
and make a home there.
Leave my things strewn across the floor,
open the windows to let in the breeze,
And throw myself down onto the sofa with a content sigh.
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