Shall I compare thee to the sunniest day without gloom?

Nay, thou art heat itself, yet kissed with breeze.

Soft hairs do dance where lips might seek to tease.

Thy bodice loosed, the flowers imprinted on your body begins to bloom

I cast mine doublet down and stoke the flame,

With oak and cherry, lavender and lust—

A makeshift hearth where bodies know no shame,

And my soft whispers of safety on you...

The room is still, but my thoughts are not

They curl around your body like the steam off the hot rocks in a sauna. Wandering and meandering. At your shoulders they untie the twisted sisal rope holding your days heaviness. Sliding down your glistening neck as you inhale and enter your lungs. They press inside your warmth and feel the beat of your heart.

They continue like whisps of steam capering...

I don’t feel like I can love you the way I want.

How can I love you like a summer breeze but convince you my love is as strong as a tornado?

I want to be the gust of wind through the tulip patch

Hypnotizing your soul by way of your nose.

I want to cool your chest on the hottest summer day As beads of sweat dampen your body.

I want to lap up every inch of you

Enticing you to stay in the moment....

A cloudy day brings a muted light through the window

The kitchen sink looks out to a brick wall.

I look out to the rust colored pits and mountains millimeters high never seeing a sea of green and blue that even prisoners are allotted.

It’s raining inside.

No wait.

Those are my tears.

Tiny ripped corners of single serving spice pockets are like sail boats sloshing over the salty puddles fallin...

Like an Elizabethan ball

I got dolled up.

I donned my doublet

Hopped into my hose

Bellied up my breeches

Capped my cap

Tied up my mask

I may have looked the part

But I wasn’t looking to dance.

I wasn’t looking to make lips do what hands do.

With each article I closed off more and more

Each button and tie

Every ruffle on my linen shirt added another layer of protection for my heart.

But when ...

The urge to call to you from a distance

The desire to be heard above the crowd

Remains regardless of how far you are from me.

Yet words fail

My hand softly grasps your lower back

As the rhythm guides us on when to begin

I let our bodies speak as

Final whispers wandered away with out a care...