I want to listen to your heartbeat,
Nestled in musty sunlight
Away from the world
Protected by our cotton paradise.
In our paradise, there are birds,
Silk toucans stitched into the hem of my sheets,
I rub them with my fingers on your chest.
They are bleached from one too many washings,
But you don’t care about my bed, just me.
Your feet are larger than mine
My toes are cold, but you run warm
So I fold myself into you,
And feel the mattress bend
Under your shoulder blades.
The only thing I can think of to say,
Is how much “Your jawline reminds me
Of that famous actor who was on CSI once,”
And I kissed it
And felt the prickle of the scruff
You were too busy to shave last night.
I want to listen to your heartbeat
Nestle in any time of day
Anywhere in the world
Protected by nothing but our emotions.
In my emotions, there is lust,
Oh god there is lust,
For something that I will never have,
Because my beauty is gone from one too many arguments.
