Sitting and Talking

She sighs a sigh the size of the night
Image churns image, teacup fills teacup
I hold my head, she twiddles her thumbs
Golden light on the wall sinks deeper, more golden
The corner shadows begin to grow
Her smile, in the wooden kitchen,
Starts to magnetize mine, pulls us closer

She makes me whole,
As though I am something real.
I begin to crave her and the way she feels.
The nape of her neck, my viscous kisses
The ivory that engulfs our touch
Her plum sugar lips infuse my being
I become weightless and secure

I am always unfinished in the way I unravel
She is always falling asleep too soon
The color of her dreams, she tells me
Fill her journal pages
But I want more than my eyes see
I need her oceans, her skies,
Her breath, her flavor

When she leaves, she leaves her traces
The chill on her fingers across my face
The mood of burgundy under my nails
Soft tastes of affection on my tongue
When she leaves I pray
I pray heaven hears my lazy prayer
And stitches us together
Once and for all