There's no reason for us not to be
talking right now.
We're both protecting our pride that cannot sunburn.
This is the extent that I know about you.
And me... I don't like
to have my vulnerability exposed where a hole can be burned
into me from eye contact intensity.
The other day, while laying on the floor,
I wished you were there
pressed up against my back.
Burrowing your soul safely there
into the comfort of us.
Our caresses used to be
tingly, heart-racing, attention grabbing, and sexy.
Now, where do we go with it?
Do you want me to lead you to the bed slowly,
while marinating in the moments guiding us
until my feet touch the bedframe?
We then tumble down like dancers and swirl
into closed eyelids and everything behind them?
Those moments, I could savor for forever
and capture as essential oils
for future reference to bathe in the build up.
I want to melt in your hands that are always warm
and have you
say and show me that you want
even a part of me that is as tucked away
as the space between my fingernails.
~Tina Meeks
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