24 apprehensive hours have come and fled
Now I stand before you, all the layers of wool and denim stripped away
Revealing my skin that trembles, individual cells battling amongst themselves
The war is lost; I turn your spigot
And fling my soiled body into your raining sunbeam.
Do you think I wait for you
Locked in this loathsome chamber?
Do you think my fingers ache to rub the day’s transgressions off your skin?
Another generic body among hundreds
Crying for rain and blossoming with blisters
I swallow you as the ocean a dewdrop.
Like love that’s loved and lost
Like a stolen September kiss that must end at sunset’s stroke
Like a crème confetti cupcake
The more bites you take, the fewer bites you have
Until all the birthdays of your life eat your soul away
And maybe it’d be better if we never loved at all.
Each moment you spend wrapped in my arms
Brings closer by one moment the certain end
When you will cut me off, will stop the rain
So lovingly I cried to ease your sweat
And quit this empty cell, alone and wet
Into the fluoresce, a towel to embrace your hips
That I licked clean.
You try to chain me into you with fire
Remind my frostbit shoulders what warmth feels like
You take my breath away with soap-steeped steam
And when I’m at the point of no return
You leave me, naked as an unborn egg
Christened with the swift-cooling dew of our goodbyes
The echo really of our hellos
For none of the forevers that you told were true.
And as your footsteps squelch creating ponds
Your handsome towel takes you to the dressing-room
And who knows what strange deeds are done in there
But when I see you next, it is next day
The rivers that I painted in your skin are gone
And you are as untouched, thirsty for rain
As pure Sahara.
If I could sigh
If I could change the lock to this dank room
But instead I take you in again
Having no choice but to heed the wishes of your hands
That turn my spigot
And release my last, my first, forever rain
Savoring every moment
Which brings one moment closer
The undying end.
And as I stand before you yet once more
My lashes glitter with your teasing spray
And I wonder if it’s better to have loved and lost
Or just to walk around stinky all the time.
Image credits in order of appearance:
By see file name – Erotische Fotografie 1890-1920, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20385338 (painting by Alfred Stieglitz c. 1916)
By turydddu @ Flickr, retouched by JovanCormac () [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons