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By Nicole Blackman Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2002 Jun 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.03.17.18.4245]] |
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I am sick with this his scent swims around me like a perfume too heavy for summer me lost thing intoxicated curled within him drowning over and over charmed disarmed he comes when least expected sits too close lingers too long stares too deeply and claims me with something I cannot name lightheaded and clean this is a gift biting tongue until blood I am sick with him talk goes no deeper than tonight words are tickets to spend time skin is talking to skin loud I know not to go too deep but when his hands stop tremble, temptation I thrill back open up crawl walls this woman is no man's this man is no one's this one is mine in a full room, alone on a couch he is throned doesn't move knows I will come smitten it vibrates makes drinks tremble food wastes time cigarettes are for curling smoke and drawing me in this is bloody business guilt makes for poor postcards so he comes in for a while what do we know of this? doesn't know if he'll be allowed to stay but he looks a while too long and stirs the close air dragging me to the bottom of the lake couches are for excuses and temptation crushed in too deep to breathe swoon again skin you do not know with hands that know too much of what you must never say flesh to curl to grind to feign sleep to balance wishes on tongues and wait for the time now cozy he calls me says I smell like sweet cream closed eyes bring on a luscious film of time and silence he tastes like stars he feels like thunder regret makes you bitter he says come in and swim we disappear into a dusk we'll never own and never quite shake a luscious slice of water lack of sleep makes me drift lake of sleep makes me wonder he will exist he will evaporate I am sick with him, gone in regret dreams he is low and sweet dark like a drift storm holding me down under the waves telling me not to talk not to move this will only take an hour or two |