Each time we met, I could hardly wait to see her. I couldn’t sleep; I was happy but anxious because I felt so great when I was with her, and I was afraid of losing her. And that was when something started to grow: my desire for her. My desire to be in her arms, to caress her, to kiss her, my desire for her to want it too, to want me. Now…we’re really close. I sometimes sense some ambiguity…and I wait…holding my breath in suspended animation.
Love, I know it is not sexy to make-out
with someone who so constantly
has their foot in their mouth.
I am also the one who told you
I want to feel you like the lifelines on the palms of Jesus
felt the nails go through.