Thursday, September 4, 2014

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(Written September 5, 2014, at 2:26 am.)

Who understands the dynamics of communication?

I wish you were laying on my back
with your nose nuzzled in my neck
and your hand cupping my breast.

(I wish you liked my breasts.)

I want to be able to turn my face
and have my lips find yours
in a sleepily passionate surrender.

There's so much I want to say to you (like that).

The thought of your mouth
on my lower back
in a forgiving, accepting kiss
is a mirage.

There's so much more I want to say to you (like that).
There's so much I don't understand.

I would like the pieces of me to be held together
in your palms.

You're a puzzle I want to put together.
Do I have every piece of you?