Outline

Turn to face me in bed
Watching my fingers
Glide over your head
Hands in your hair
Kiss at your brow
Wishing never to get up
Just to lay here
Breathe your breath
Nothing left but
Our heart beats
Hovering above us
In the air
Like two kids in love
Not a care to be told
Only to hold
Not afraid of myself
Or loving you too much
Protecting each other
Romantic distinction
Take this time to
Be here to feel special
To love you and
Undress you
How many years
Has it been
How many years
Have we left?
In between the sheets
After we meet
Turn to face me in bed
Watching my fingers
Glide over you sweetly

© GÄ

Outline

Is it my own disdain
That plays make believe
With myself about the
Unsightly behaviors of others
Or a perfectionistic trait
To want the best outcome
For us all
Am I attacked
Or the attacker?
A silent encroachment
A timid lunge
An irritation that
Scratches at the back
Of my head exploding
My mind into what is
Suddenly shattered
Broken in mirror-like
Shards of brightness
Highlighting the darkest
Parts of the back spatter
Of a lifetime of fun
Only outlined, chalked
Crime de la cœur
Two possible explanations
Boredom or voracity
Either way only
Tenderness can find
A way through the maze
Of oversensitivity
A little context in foreign
Castrating remarks
Neither clever or otherwise
Smart enough I
Parry and shirk out the guardrail
Opening up

© GÄ