With a stroke of my neck
With a stroke of my thigh
My mind's eye
Opens wide
I see you
I breathe you in
In the beginning, it was fiery
Each stroke
My body woke
Alight my senses
Now it's damp
It doesn't burn as bright
Your fingers don't come as close
You flinch at my touch
You don't come close
Has your mind concluded
What your actions are alluding
It hurts to think about it
Wave upon wave
I'm dry
But I'm drenched
Dripping in anxiety
Drowning
Yelling for someone anyone you
You say you like me
Such pretty words
Such pretty pretty words
My heart is young
But my mind is old
Have you taken me for a fool?
Used me as a cushion, a tool
A tool for your pleasure
Glad I haven't given it all
Deep conversations
Reveal deeper divisions
We are so different
Too different perhaps
Yet
With you, I feel alive
With you, I feel held
With you, I feel afloat
With you, I start to feel l...
Anyway
Does it matter
The girls look
You look
I stare, melting into the dark
Fighting this dark
My eyes
My mind’s eye then opens
It was all a dream
You are here with me
I am here with you
Our flame damp is now stroked
It is growing
And setting things alight
The young heart wants to be consumed
The old mind knows to be cherished