The first kiss you gave me throbbed like a pulse in my head for days.
I heard it if I was quiet enough.
I felt it in my dreams.
I imagined your hands as the witching hour breeze swept over my body,
Lifting my hips, trailing my spine, pretending to snip locks of my hair.
I woke in twisted sheets and rude sunlight,
My fingers clamped to a drooled-on pillow,
My head swirling in fevered ecstasy.
Your love, this first, confusing, true love
Has loosened the threads wound tight in my brain
And struck neglected chords deep within my soul.
You have me wavering with every thought you voice,
Every peck on the cheek we exchange,
Every gentle sweep across my face and tug at my earlobe.
You've reeled me in from a roiling sea and, rather than throwing me back, cherished me.
A fish out of water may be dead, but I have ascended to the Heaven that is you and you alone.
You kiss me by moonlight and lamplight, in clandestine sheets and sprawled out on rugs,
With sweetness and passion and fury combined.
I am stricken with what I once called a disease,
This strange and somehow tangible thing that I coerced away.
It swung back with full force and wracked my body with sensations I never thought I needed.
Destiny has its hold on my heart like the hold of your hands on mine,
And, for once, I can let it be.
YOU ARE READING
Aphrodite
Poetry"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard: the holy or the broken, 'Hallelujah.'"- Leonard Cohen The poems in this series center on two characters: I, the speaker, and You, the speaker's subject. I is not a specific...
