"Just Keep Drinking Water...

...and you'll be alright."

Only three nights.  Three separated nights.  And we were together.  Who’s coming undone?  I am. Unraveling.  I seemed to have melted in your arms.  Happening so natural like the water runneth over.  First night.  The city slept.  It was something like beauty.  It was you and it was me and it was quiet.  The sky was blue violet and the city lights reflected fluorescent gold dust to hide the stars.  And that’s what I hate about the city; he likes to hide them from me.  But you were there and your eyes were liquid warm and your body hovering over me like some delicate aura of good feeling…  like the smoke clouds that moved quietly against the night, mocking your lips chafing my breast.  Our hushed voices and I’m feeling you smile by the dimple in your left cheek.  Warm skin on skin, my legs wrapped tenderly around your waist, your arm beneath my back. Eskimo kisses.  Like on the train tracks one morning... when we touched only noses and spun around in circles—except here was more love, and more intimacy, and we know each other more.  Our voices always turn to kisses and we can communicate only with touch you and I because we’re something strange and something that many wish they had and hadn’t had I guess.  I guess I don’t know or care because they didn’t matter then because no one matters really when I’m with you.  Beneath you. Inside.  And I’d never ask you to stop.  Because we belong in each other.  Measured.  Faster.  Breathing harder.  Our love pours like our sweat as our bodies mold into one sculpted piece with the most beautiful love we’ve ever made.  First night.  We collapsed… and after a few dove’s kisses and soft goodnights we slept.  I was yours and you were mine.  And after you kissed me goodbye that morning I rolled over and smelled your cologne on my pillow and on my skin and in my body.  

Still.  

You’re pulling at the gentle strings of my heart.  

And I'm coming undone.