The Come Up

Chapter 59 - In Place

You return and everything falls back into place

The birds are as loud as they've ever been

They sing in a chorus by my open window

They move in unison and rise and fall together

You return and all my problems fall back

They fall back like girls fall back when they find out he's textin someone else

They fall back like girls fall

They fall back like summer just ended

You return and I can no longer speak

I no longer desire too

Fill me with kisses, I beg of you

Let your words be mine in that my tongue connects with yours

Let my tongue connect with yours and we speak in tongues

No one else understands but us

You return and I can finally breathe again

I gasp for fresh air

That only you can bring

So pure and peaceful when it's entering

You return and I don't try to make poems

The poems make themselves

Can it still be called poeTRY?

You return and you find me

You return and I find myself

You return and God finds me

You return and God finds himself

tied between should I let her drown in him? or should I let him drown?

You return and take the attention away from higher things

In saving each other, we will damage ourselves

You return and my life is yours

You return and love returns

Please return my love

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The white door of the Albany apartment slams shut and he drops his duffel bag on the carpeted floor by my boots. The living room is dark, with only the light of dawn seeping through the window and no curtain to cover it. He stares at me, intent strong on his face. His eyes lock on mine and his jaw clenches, printing out his perfect jawline. In that moment he looks like something straight out of a Men's magazine but even better, because it's so real. He is so present that I feel myself getting flustered. His grey sweatpants hang off his waist easily in the way that I love. His muscles peak through the white crew neck shirt, it wasn't impossible to see that he had worked out the last few months of prison. This is the best he has ever looked. His chocolate skin looks like night itself.

I reach for the lights to my right and as my fingers touch the switch, he pins my hand to the wall, leaving us to the darkness. The movement is so swift that I pull in a quick breath. Even in the dark, I can see his face, the light outlining every sharp feature, his chiseled body is only inches away from mine. He doesn't smile, he doesn't speak. He stares at me like I've done something inexcusable. He pins my other hand to the wall and crosses one over the other. He reaches down, his lips so close to mine I can already feel it's eager caress. But he doesn't kiss me. He uses one hand to hold my hands in place above my head and the other hand slides into my pants, straight into my underwear and down the middle piece of flesh between my thighs. His middle finger glides forcefully deep into me. I'm so moist that I hear the liquid swish to adjust to the entrance.