When I noticed his eyes flare blue it seemed confirmation of more than I even knew I was seeking I didn't plan on feeling something and yet it happened
I then remembered that the world spins and that I could still move with it
January 06, 2009
Outstretched onto the desk, sunlight
playing with shadows on his skin
Taut and flex, muscles shift in his forearm
A hand cradling the top of his skull,
both hands within my view
Legs too long to place beneath him comfortably
in that chair; the desk a mess
The coffee cup a permanent fixture, refilled
constantly, only washed when I can snag it away
November 29, 2008
Soft hands with a strength I didn’t know existed ones I can take comfort in rely upon lean into melt underneath
They hold me, stroke me, touch me, please me remind me this is real
sleep here next to me with your arm draped over my side our legs entwined keep my body warm as I dream your skin pressed to mine comforts me in the darkest moments of night when the dawn first peeks in through closed blinds I will move to you, pull you closer drift back to sleep and hope that we have thousands of nights to sleep with each other naked