Sleeping Pills.
Here I am breathing you in
Here I am pressed up against you
Imagining I am lost in you
Whirling helplessly in a hurricane
And all that your DNA spins us in two
Dicing and slicing till I become you
And it becomes hard to resist what the body needs to exist
This is the terrifying silence holding us between two lips that are seconds apart
My fingers in your hair and the smothering oily scent of every inch that is you
If I could bring these eyes to yours could your lips keep the tears from them?
And I would do well in the lazy spaces between your fingers
Where I would whisper my secrets into the inky dull of nights without your touch
And suffocate myself with moans that linger on salty skin from hours before
I remember fingers like a nimble dancer teasing out earthquakes and dotting my landscape with perfume
We escape like convicts on the run
Swimming through memories thick like molasses
Dark sweet and stinging I still taste like you do
And you still taste me on you
Counting every heartbeat and learning every song you are writing out to me
Can you still touch me through the thick folds of the cold night time air?
I am still here
And you are still there
Like the midnight you refuse to wash from your hands
The liquor on your breath
And the candy on your tongue.