submergence

i need to write

i need to write a poem

but it would only be anything 

completely meaningful

if i write it all over you

all over your bare skin

the meters and rhymes and rhythms and verses

when they end and where they begin

would take care of themselves 

as they bend around the curves and arches 

of your body

hugging your fluent breasts

turning towards your eloquent hips

falling at your feet

rising to your lips

around your back

wrapped tight

the mole on your neck

a punctuation mark

asking me to pause

take my time...

rapacious games

the dizziness 

that comes from being 

half asleep 

and fully awake

the rasp

that comes with early early mornings

punctuated

underlined 

by the soft creaking of the bed

the indents 

on the mattress 

and the pillow

growing deeper

like they have a secret love affair 

of their own 

going on

so completely unaware 

of the two people on them

trying 

to make and find and explore 

their secrets 

in each other

grating

satiating

but never enough

thank god it is never enough