|Writer of poems and stories. Maker of many mistakes. Forever obsessed with love.|
Love rises from my eyes
like hot air off summer streets reaching into your heaven, spinning cotton candy clouds into existence across your body.
I fill them ravenously with
all the breaths I've stolen from you, eager to see you unable to stop the sweet rain from breaking free and falling all over me.
Thunder rolls off your lips helplessly following the lightning my tongue traces on to your skin, urging me to let your storm rage on in the tangle of our limbs.
We bleed the clouds dry one at a time.
I sit patiently beside our puddles and study the skies in your eyes for signs of the next cloudburst.
For when I'm caught in your downpour, I'm right as the rain.
You’ve seen me naked. You know where I sag and my skin is blemished. You know what I look like when I’m not sucking my gut in. You know enough to cut me down with words.
You never do.
You let me see you naked.