A Midwinter Night’s Dream
I dream each night of your lips
Moments from kissing
Skin touching and igniting fireworks
Putting the 4th of July to shame
With the thought of you
Soft and gentle at first
Rolling into each other
Reminders of sensations
Barely touching one another
A tango love song game of chicken
Waiting for the other to break
Show their love can't be contained
In the vibrating, explosive shell
Most people call the human body
I can't call you that, nor anything else
To call you art would be a joke
Art is available for anyone to see
But the way I view you is impossible
For the other 5,999,999,999 people to see
To call you a goddess would be an insult
The gods themselves couldn't
Capture your image in theirs
There isn't a word in the dictionary
That describes my feelings
For just the sound of your voice
The dam breaks and our lips embrace
Speaking in a thousand unknown languages
Seeking a way to communicate
Not love
But the death like flutter of the heart
The scream silenced deep inside my chest
Cutting at inner walls
Clawing at my flesh
When you pass through my thoughts
Reminding me that there has always
Only ever been one
That waiting for the Disney ending
Means losing the beginning and middle
My legs shake
Do not mistake this for nerves
They are simply on a different frequency
When they kiss at the ballet
Their legs extend to the heavens
Proving that no matter your training
Your limbs will always try
to whisper love's name in God's ear
Fingers grab hold
Skin, blankets, clothes, the bathroom sink
Anything capable of restraining
Myself from ripping my chest in two
Showing how my heart beats only for you
Pardon my sappy rhyme
My words become cliches
When you bite my lower lip
And moan love songs
Too secret for a melody
Though familiar enough
That I know what comes next
And how to sing along
I dream each night of your lips
I wake up each night
At just the hint of a smile
That, for me, is enough