The Pull

 

Grasp me like a doorknob.

My body, cold, until coated

with caressive play.

The heated blanket of romance driven

euphoria, lingering between

our twinkling eyes.

~Tina Meeks 

The Body is a Temple

 

If we sat eye-to-eye

in the usual spots on the couch,

our voices would carry and

intertwine into the next hour

after hour somehow.

If our vessels aren't already full,

tomorrow would be a temple of touch.

~Tina Meeks

Ships in Life

 

The wind kisses my cheeks.

Trying to reciprocate right back,

my breath surfaces around while

you meander 

to the peak of the fog.

And I begin to understand that 

this interaction is minimal and emotionless

yet, I'm bouldering through feelings

with little to no grip.

This is it.

We are no other than ships in a lifetime

and almost missing each other.

Colliding like icebergs to water's reflection

and coming together to build 

a touchable existence when touch occurs.

If only you knew this was the case

as you wander the waters.

If only I could understand that your ship

never anchors for more than an instant

from fear of swarming sharks.

Your net hasn't cast itself,

though you bate for fish that may line up 

to your timeline and won't tangle.

Afraid to catch a bite

but the fishing is so fun.

At the inner most corners of my mind

there are crevices of your presence after

an adventure you interpret as a hunt...

I just enjoy the chase.

~Tina Meeks

(Unfinished)

 

The boy in you said

it was okay to quiver and cry.

The beast in you woke and roared.

~Tina Meeks