When I Imagine You
When I imagine you, you have
no fear.
You use only your senses.
Your tongue explodes in
my mouth.
My fingers disappear inside
you.
My eyes cannot
differentiate
far and near.
My mouth does not recognize
air or water.
The room becomes more than
a room.
The window becomes less than
a window.
I am unaware of
my body,
but incredibly aware of
yours.
Your mouth becomes something
I want to devour.
The hours melt into an oblivion of
ecstatic moments.
Your body is an impulse.
Your body is a guitar I wring painfully
exquisite notes from.
Your body is an instrument
that bends under me
with purpose.
When I imagine you
I am
more than
I am.
When I imagine you, you have
no fear.
You use only your senses.
Your tongue explodes in
my mouth.
My fingers disappear inside
you.
My eyes cannot
differentiate
far and near.
My mouth does not recognize
air or water.
The room becomes more than
a room.
The window becomes less than
a window.
I am unaware of
my body,
but incredibly aware of
yours.
Your mouth becomes something
I want to devour.
The hours melt into an oblivion of
ecstatic moments.
Your body is an impulse.
Your body is a guitar I wring painfully
exquisite notes from.
Your body is an instrument
that bends under me
with purpose.
When I imagine you
I am
more than
I am.
