Wednesday, August 07, 2013

The Crush

The Crush

You can’t
See we
Like me

Your view
The plus
Of us

I speak into your sly grin
Hope to begin
A spark to lean in

The words fly from my belly
Over your head
And into vapor

I close to make the space thin
Craving within
Our sin on your skin

My moves, fluid as jelly
Morph into lead
Withholding favor

Your light
My moon
My plight
Too soon

Your breadth
My depth

I fall into your kind eyes
And then realize
I could not equalize

The words left my belly
Went to my head
And into nothing

I lurch, movement unwise
A sad demise
A heart unrealized

My knees, weaker than jelly
Now full of dread,

Send me over, crushing.

1 comment:

  1. I love the flow of this poem. It seems to punctuate what is sexy and sad about it.