Driving in a car with you (in the style of having a coke with you)

It's early morning.

On any day.

Wispy clouds in calico sky and we?

On a journey.

And I sit but a few centimeters away legs tucked up.

Any highway, and all I see. Sure hands on the wheel, watching the smooth muscles of your forearms slide under your skin.

Virtuoso hands nocturne.

And we talk above the sounds of old rock you play for me.

Your words ebb and flow.

Sometimes I am listening for that special curve your lips make around words you relish as they leave your mouth.

Other times I just sit with you and you let me be.

It would seem to others so tedious a thing, to drive but there you are in your white shirt, beautiful and in this space just for me.

And suddenly I there is no place I would rather be.

No grand place you could show me, no art, no music, no words of poetry.

Nothing just driving in a car with you.

You.

Kisses

Kiss me now Lover mine.

With that certain mastery you have.

 For I have grown weary of the incessant clicking  of my perpetual motion mind.

 Kiss me, muffle the sounds of my own voice.

Entwine with yours these ever roaming fingers.

Draw me closer still.

 Make my pulse quicken and slow the world down.

Kiss me now My Only,

fill my universe with the languid pleasure of you and let all these many people be locked out. Outside the multiverse of posibillity you conjure with one simple silken caress of your sacred mouth. 

Kiss me now Mine Own and let the electricity of your embrace ground the ethereal wanderings of this gypsy heart.

An age  spent enjoying the journey prepared me for this self combustion; for the art of your kiss, this tactile symphony.

This deliberate oral seduction.

Kiss me now Lover mine, Kiss me and focus me,

inside this moment; with you; with me and with us.

You come to me aching to be made.
Looking to me with empty eyes
Sinking grasping fingers into my limbs
like I am the magic
Like my words can make you
make you
more


You come to me in your multitudes
In your trinity
Showing me your cracked soul
like I am the light to make it whole
Like my peace can give you more
give you more
peace
You come to me bleeding from open wounds
The arrows still in your back
Hallmarks of battles you did not expect
like I can heal you with a touch.
Like this warrior can lend you power
like this warrior can lend
you more
power
You come to me like I am beholden
looking to me to give you value
Like my coffers can fill your horde
You come to me
like a sinner to salvation
yet I
am damnation
you come to me like a well of life
yet i
drink you deep
and watch you die . . .