I am painting you
I am painting you in beer spills and dripped sunlight.
I am loving you
I am loving you like a kiss that hasn’t happened yet
I am holding your words like dreams that have yet to come true
keeping your name between my lips, your voice between my thighs
I am hoping for a resurrection in your arms
but I am uncertain and unsteady and a million other unbecomings
I am irreparable.
You are the movements that made the love lines across my hands
when I had long given them up as scars
I am not breathing steady
I am melting.
I will not be kind to you.
This is the starting line, and if you want it, it’s all heat from here.
I’ll make your pulse race, your knees weak, your brow sweat.
Your breath will come only in time to the beat of my heels down the hall.
I’ll leave scratches down your back and bruises down your throat.
You’ll have wet dreams about my mouth alone.
I’ll come to you with ropes between my hands and a wall around my heart
You’ll trace the arch of my back in your every memory
Your every sigh will echo with the ghost of my name.
"How’d you fall in love with dad, mom?"
"I’m interested in this story, too. Don’t know that I’ve ever heard it"
"Well. We were on our first date in Jacksonville. He was leaving the next day with his buddies and I was sure I’d never see him again. We went to some restaurant, God I can’t remember the name… it’ll come to me. Anyhow, we were waiting outside on the sidewalk for his ride to pick him up, take him back to the hotel."
"I remember that, the guys were giving me pointers the whole day beforehand."
"Oh yeah, that did you a whole lot of good. Anyways, we’re standing there on the sidewalk and I look down and he’s tried to hem his pants with tape. They were too long and he’d tried to cuff them up. I asked him about it and he said that he wasn’t any good at sewing so he’d tried that instead. And it was such a stupid thing, such a silly thing, but it was something I would’ve done. And I knew right then and there that I’d marry him."