I want you — only you
I decided I wasn’t going to write anything new today. The plan was to go over my drafts and see anything suitable, and I found a poem I wrote about sex and the intimacy that comes with it. This is different, in a good way, so I’m putting it out here.
all those nights
you and me in bed
the slapping of skin
against skin
my hand
wrapped around you
my mouth
shaped into a plea
wait
slowly
please
stop
I used to think we had nine lives
and for each of those lives
we unlive the memories
that hurt us the most
Once, I asked what you wanted
to be, most in the world
"If you could turn back
the hands of time,
what will you be?"
Oxygen.
because it gets to be needed by you,
and then lives inside you
even if for 5 minutes
I used to wonder what love is
but maybe love is
living inside you
being wanted by you
holding you
being in bed with you
saying please
and stop
and wait
because baby
I've died a thousand times
without you by my side
and what I want most in the world
is to be inside you
only you
