light travels your fingers like a paintbrush
exploring
the soft porcelain that becomes a canvas
wrapped in a blanket of disposable sunlight and lyrical melodies
(that come crash into me)
this place is flooded peaceful
by the half light bubbling over a flame
and soft shining voices
breathing life to the other;
life that glows in our skin
and spills out our pores
emerging beautiful in the shadows

i awake a thousand times
to find your eyes searching my heart
and your hands painting me beautiful
in the growing hours of midnight

the length between travleing hands
reflecting the soft orange hues of the light in the room
catches the beauty of the body in motion
blooming soft smiles
and the occasional peace of laughter
between breaths

discovery is painting
a warm pastel portrait
of colors colliding on a pallet
of irish porcelain
splashing in a puddle of fading youth
as we watch the time speed past our eyes

the length of heart i let you travel
plays my inhibitions like guitar strings;
melodies rise and fall
on sleep-heavy eyelids

i woke up in the frost
of a 4 o'clock december morning
and found myself lost
in the expanses of you.

the minutes creep
heavy, thick
and stagnant
dripping slowly
down my mind
taunting my anxious anticipation
with thoughts
and pieces of
tomorrow
just out of my reach
kissing the tips of my fingers
flooding a full head
to overflowing
spilling
pieces of you,
preoccupations,
awaited desires
inked on your back;
but you're just out of reach
of time
and i am sitting still
in this stagnant,
thick puddle
soaking in the creeping
minutes
that tug at my mind
so insistently.
.just wait.