In it for life.
I want to be dipped in
your salty emotion
the ocean of your happy tears I want to taste
taste until my mouth’s so dry you’ll let me drink you up
let me sip your desires
sip
and sip
and sip
from the big round cup of your re-occurring dreams
until I sip you so silly
you beg me to take a gulp
I want to be thirsty no more
but out of breath
so that when I inhale
I still smell your quirks
your laughter
your candle lit eyes that glow in the dark
a cat’s mischief chasing its cliche tale
past the nine lives of love
I want to meet you
alone on a message in the bottle beach
lust tendrils urged across my face by romantic wind
there only for you to push from my eyelashes
with kisses
near misses that have us falling into sand
making friends with hermit crabs
I want to be in it again
love
NOTE: I wrote this on October 4, 2004. I was a lust and love hungry 24 year-old who loved to write about it.
