Camping

 

img_3237

A fire that is dying for the night

combusts wood into glitter peach embers.

We lay our bodies down with the fire.

In knowing you as my friend

I can’t help but feel my skin remembering

we’ve never slept this close.

I want so much.

Near nine or ten,

you are asleep,

our dark places are melting

My palm holds laden your chest,

feeling the way this part of you rises and softens

in time, slower than the beating heart below.

I too, soften.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s