Life seems to be a constant search for finding the balance between light and dark. When the light is particularly bright, sometimes this takes a bit more of an adjustment period than I’m anticipating. I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve always been one to squint at a change of lighting no matter how subtle.
Every time I sit down, wanting to write out my pain, memories, and love dance across the scene and replace it. I know that with enough time, it will all come out. For now, I’ll allow my mind’s tendency to wander to you.
Lips
Your lips
taste better when I’m on them.
I can say that
because it’s taken forever
to believe I could possibly add to a situation.
Your lips
are the absolute softest
against my stomach,
brushing along my thighs.
I’ve never felt more conflicted –
do I look, or close my eyes?
Your lips
bring me back home
when my mind wanders away.
They’ve felt like home
since the first time they’ve touched mine.
Your lips
contort into smiles, sweetly,
usually when you look at me.
I’m not sure if it’s my own reaction,
when I catch you,
excitement dances across my face.
I smile too.
Your lips
when you’re sleeping,
they let these sounds escape, like whispers.
Sometimes I lean in close to listen
but they always put me to sleep.
Your lips
are always the first thing
I want to find
when I wake back up,
reopen my eyes.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 