written for a girl. one of my very few attempts at rhyming..



maybe we are. a collision.
my everything twisted around your everything.
and I'd steal this part, that we are. the chemistry between us. the chemistry of a crashing car.
where the instant between the meeting of our mouths, becomes dangerous. and soft. and desperate.
where we can’t look away, the wreckage is immediate.
the way you breath, cautiously. looking to me to empty the roll of endless babble that hits the back of my throat every second I’m in your presence. and more often than not, even when I’m not.
it’s held back on the bridge of my tongue. caught there behind my teeth. knocking on the roof of my mouth, asking for permission to be let out of - not refusing, just justifying - my closed fist of a mouth.
no words anyways, despite their desperation and forced movements to escape, could ever actually fully explain.
how when we dance, you and I. my contract signed on your thigh
how when you laugh, I sigh
how when I look away and smile.
no words anyways. despite themselves. despite ourselves. despite myself. no words anyways.
could catch this chase, or win this chase, or be this chase.
if you’re broken, then I’m broken too. pieces of me laid scattered everywhere. I’ve lost the ability to speak. my mouth, maybe missing, has gone somewhere looking for yours. to meet. to collide, to sigh.
and I'm left here without thought, nor reason, nor perfect intention. to submit for your approval my own immediate interpretation.
how the lines previously defined by me, are no longer there as far as I can see
just a ticking clock and sense of intimacy. caught and stolen of bliss - bliss. blissfully.
I'd catch you in my hands, and hold together every piece of you that I can.
until you're whole again, and I'm held again.
a moment. I've stolen from you, a few.
a few more I'd like to claim. a few more I'd like to take.
this instant need - we call satisfaction of my greed, is imposed upon every inch of available skin, every moment I'm stealing, every time you win.
where I'm caught you know?
caught.
in between the restless waking moments of my day, and every possible chance that I get to say,
you.
you breath and fit so easily into me, something I wasn't expecting to see. and I'm teetering on the edge of reason within me. within me. as to what that means.