Hold me. Keep me blood and body real.
Pull me into the warm skin of your chest,
hands capturing my face.
Hold me closer. Keep me oxygen-and-iron body real.
Don’t let me float away —
the stars call me to lost galaxies
and a black hole supernova
In my heartbeat I hold you.
In my heartbeat you hold me.
off the cliff,
tumbling into snow deep valleys
where Winter lives, pulls me
toward a freezing numbness,
into the illusory edge of existence.
Death walks with me
like some grade-school friend
I’ve always known.
Let me hold you — hold onto you
heated mouth, beating blood, warm skin hands…
Don’t let me float way.
I tell you I would rather be kissed
than fucked because
it is the strongest knowing learned
those deep hard years
from cold hours of barren lust
in the dark loneliness of
Lying alone and broken on the bed,
in those fever-laced-burning dying days,
in the un-solaced hours of prayer after,
I missed Love’s kiss most of all.
Some women need a lifetime
to learn the price of all they’ve lost,
to learn the love of a mate
whispers its truth in the kiss.
You kiss me like crystal water pours
from a mountain spring.
I kiss you like thirst drinks down
You taste like water – life – Holiness.
I thirst like death – isolation – Sin.
You lend me a strong warm arm,
clasp my body closer.
You lend me a warm heart-solid chest
to cradle my face against.
You reach, tender fingers hands tracing
the tears as they roll my cheeks.
You lend — loan — run — reach —
Hand you to me like water
pours into scorched desert sand.
You come to me like a golden treasure
hidden in the ashes of burned ruins.
In these alone hours
when you are where you are
where you are owned – belong – home —
I think of borrowing and returning.