Thursday, January 5, 2012

hard times and a bridge

when i roll over
sun rising
and reach his chest with my waking hands run them
down his body my head resting there
exhaling dreams
salt sharp butter sweet
the smooth warmth
of his skin how i read into this his heart
how it thaws me how can i not love him
even more how can i not desire this exact proximity
how can the rush not bring me home to every choice i've made
the choice to continue
desire bridging
lifes' beautiful rise
for this proximity
is bliss the risk of reaching
for this warmth this smooth summer lake stone
is the heart.