In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve
that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
— Christopher Morley —
homage…
we dance like we mean it.
carol on these bells…
like you were beautiful…
You hum and the vibration in your bones reminds you of the time I kissed you… there, just so. You stretch and the taut skin stretched over your ribs once again feels the softened tips of my fingers tracing you, like you were beautiful, like you were seen. The steam of your shower seeps down over your body, racing along the creases between your fingers, balls, and toes and I am there again in front of you, with you — the water sliding along my lips as I look up at you and smile.
if we want it to, it can…
but thunder…
Close your eyes. Remember this moment:
My mouth lingering on your skin.
My hands lightly tracing you – pausing to hold you.
My tongue licking the water off of you as it trails down your body.
My smooth, wet skin settled warm against yours.
Your breath heavy; an echo to mine.
Notice how this creates a symphony
of “yes” in your mind.
and “more.”
and “don’t stop, oh, God, don’t.”
Open your eyes. Notice how this symphony plays on.
