In The Heat Of The Moment
How does a broken man make love to such a whole woman?
Though whole you are not.
And so I do not ask the questions both our souls desperately need answers to.
Most days all I have is my voice
Tonight...my larnyx is a liquid no container will hold
I am not sure where I fit in....but I want it to be your body so badly.
May I enter you? May I feel your everything, deeply?
I think God gave you hair...so I would have someplace to plant my palms
Your "locs" are intentional metaphor.
May I hold you?
Tightly enough you're reminded of the grip that once belonged to a man you now hate
But still casts the definition of so many traits you love in a men, no matter?
The parts of your mother's voice you can't escape with distance?
Peach cobbler, and the first boy you loved, before he became a hollow heartbreak,
Then a stranger, then an aimless wisp of vapor?
What does your love look like with the lights on?
Can you trust me enough to dangle the light closely enough your eyes to become translucent?
Will you open the windows of your soul, and let me slow dance with your spirit til' we fall asleep to the music
Of our bodies crashing into one another, like the tide-kissed shoreline?
Are we moving too quickly?
Has any love like this ever moved slowly?
Are you trustworthy?
Are any of these questions important?
I have to know....in the morning....
If I was just another unmended thing for you to enjoy
My heart has been picked apart
My tongue has been made museum before
The space between my teeth:
A revolving door, for anything to enter and exit just as quickly as it came,
And you have, ...About 8 times now.
If we love like this again, but never end up repaired.
If I hold your broken till the eve of your dying breath....
Is that not the sweetest magic?
What is magic, but targeted deception?
Are our bodies...burning one another in the darkness...
Not an earnest pledge?
Our lives...limb to limb, breast to breast, connected not a turning point?
My final utterance...of your name....not the most prestigious promise?
I will fear no man or malice
Should manhood separate us two:
I am the blood and the brick
The wolf, and the lamb
The crime, and the sanctuary
A time to keep
And the time to throw away
A time to tear
And a time to mend
A time to be silent...
And a time to speak.
A time to love
And a time to hate.
A time for war
...And a time for peace.
The weapon
And it's halt
The sinner
And the salvation
I am...my own
And I am........
...all yours.
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Sin & Savior
RomansaScarlett & Gianmarco are farther from traditional lovers than one galaxy is to the next. They are Travellers - Celestial beings of unimaginable power, thrust into a battle for the survival of their very universe they'd neither planned for, or intend...
