onionskin blues

[mindbum]

i want to sleep next to you. first there’s warmth. the breeze is chilly even though it’s july. and contours. easily traced. followed. curveshaped like comfort. (and i don’t know how to get hold of you. i mean, i do, but it’s 4am. and that seems silly.) curves like overtures or suspension bridges. next to warmth. and i’m glad you took off what you did. it was hot. we were sweating but still touching. enfolded by legs, arms, everything else. it was all involved. my nose in the back of your hair. comfort and warmth. it’s even later now. and i wish more had come of that. so do you. but what could we do? contours. my arm draped across your body. the other arm folded without hospital corners under and around your body. i want to sleep next to you. yes that was enough for both of us. comfort. and contours.

and the fantasy: you slip out of what you had left on. what was left you were wearing. shucked your shorts. in the heat i had already. and you turned in the night or early morning and kissed me. the way you do. have done. that soft way. and we slipped. fell. slid naturally. into what happened before. you remember. i’m sure. the idea went from my head to yours. yours to mine. and we traded the same for the same. a good deal. and i next to you. you just having shucked your last thread of hesitation. and i in sleep finding this natural. the only thing i’d ask for. but i wouldnt ask. and you would turn face to mine and with the lips. the ones that cover the contours in your sleep. you would kiss me like you know i know you want to. and we had done what we’d done before. without clothes. next to you. in the dark or early morning. you kiss me and i kiss you and. enough. no more. more. as our contours. again. enfold. in a different way. and we would climb til we’re at the top. and noone’s on top. and we’re doing what we want. but unlike what we did before. and we would climb. and you and i would spread across the top of what we’re climbing. therea re words like what we’re doing. familiar words. and words we say like love. and names scratched across broad contours. cliffs. curves. backs.


don’t swear it off.
the second fantasy.

we took a shower together. washed each other. hair, shampoo and all. the water pressure was low. i don’t need to say we got clean. and wet and close. the water drawled its way south. and then. then. with water and slick soap. should i use so much of this? please allow me to scrub. and what’s to ask for. like a python. twisted. or tangled up in the shower curtain. ask for more. another series of motions. rinse and repeat. ignore the low pressure and the grime at our feet. do you have anything to add as your facile hands cruise? pertaining to desire. and couldn’t dry off long enough to make it upstairs before you left. and you stood next to me. legs startling akimbo. inviting me to your precarious perch. above an entire lake of water passing through the plumbing.

[mtmynd]

Good read, m-bum... and there's nothing wrong with that!

Thank you for sharing.

[mindbum]

danke sire.

a good read is the goal.