Def Poetry #11 plus one.

As I seek to hide

And the feel the embodiment of pride

within the inside

I feel your presence

slinking up to my side

and the hairs on my arm reel up

like cilia.

and every institution of

my biology,

systemically presses to the precipice of my physical being.

seeing for the freeing

fleeting sense of your touch

My tongue swells as the mouth dries

and as our lips part and touch

I sigh

and gratifyling gaze into your eyes

whose lids hole insight to a beautiful mind.

I feel your hand on the back of my neck

eyes to the sky I leave room for respect

as you nibble and peck

near the juggular vein.

Primal instincts devoide of humane

rationality, the synapses in my brain

force me to pull you closer

I'm neither cold nor getting colder.

I pause-

and shake.

we coyly stare biting our lips

a smile breaks and I ,

with my finger trace the outline of your face.

and pull you still closer.

slip these lips to the nape of your neck

your eyes to the sky, I leave room for respect

and your silent motions

unwrap the stoic emotions

and together we swell and roll as

the waves of the ocean

Inside the beginning

no eloquence fell

our bodies beckoning

for the fertile touch to sell

these instinctual actions as

an emotional spell

but the feeling of your body

so soft so close to mine

verbally inadequate to praise the design

I exhale and set into find

a worthy physical manifestation to praise your:

divine.

a my pedestal crumbles.

and yours tumbles too

two fools shocked silently

grasping the remains of each other of that dark room.

in this infantile state of dress

we reset bereft of insights

consumed by the depths of

mutual understanding about sweat and

of sweet.

the catalytic release

leaves the tree underneath filled with vulnerability.

so beneath this blanket

I reach for you as you reach for me.

the semblance of significance

as the warmth covers all

of our embarrassment giving

up on that sense we've

let each other in.

shared the exuberance

of this translucent intimate end.

I press my mouth to your lips

we sigh and smoke each others.

cigarettes.