Thursday, 21 Feb 08

With your eyes closed, do you know who I am?

Posted in Prose at 1:21 am by jadeite

I want to lie beside you and within you, to occupy the same space at the same time.

I want to know you, to memorize your curves with my fingertips.

I want to map you out with pencil on paper, with toothpicks on a table. With chalk and charcoal on the floor.

I want to rise up over you like the orange tendrils of the sun, to resound in your ears like the tick of a clock.

I want you to blaze through my throat like a shot of tequila in the dark.

I want to float in your mind, nebulous and half-formed, a fading dream as you wake from sleep.

I want to fit my feet inside your footprints, curl my toes like shells in the sand.

I want to be the truth and a half-truth. I want to be a lie mixed in for good measure, one that you’ll never discover.

I want to knit my fingers through yours for strength.

I want to puddle at your feet like a swath of raw silk.

I want to be the cuff around your wrist.

I want to be clean lines.

I want to be.