The Neverending Dance

Tit for tat,
And one, two, three, four…,
We’re dancing without touching,
And as the dance progresses
The tension mounts,
A waltz or a tango
It’s all the same
Who is leading
Is an illusion,
When really it all
pulls from the hips,
I move, you move
We move,
And we’re dancing across the floor,
We’re weightless
And effortless,
Never wanting this moment to halt,
Then the music stops,
Tis just a delay,
To the dance that will never end

Taste

If I could hold you

I would match my words with desperate kisses

I would whisper the lines only your eyes know

I would show you

Let you feel

Let you meet

the source of this ache

I would feed your need for these lost lips

God damn, yours

I swear I can still taste

 

 

Burning Hunger

I think of him
And the hot sun
On his skin,
I think of him
When the moon grants me
This moment
To feel my thoughts
And walk back my only memories,
And know part of my heart here
Does not reside,

I hunger for my love
Far from here
Far from snow
And foreign waters surrounding
I still hunger for the love
That I call my muse
Without a single word
Uttered,
I long for eyes to match the fire
He ignites with memory and lyrical magic
Conjured by his own muse

I hunger,
And it heats my heart
And sets my body aflame,
I burn of hunger
My love
The hunger never fades