McFluid

The arms on his clock turn fast, but time stopped when our bodies met. 

He likes to dance in warm light, so we waltzed and kissed till my legs got tired.

Sweat poured from his head, I caressed his wet hair, his abs were drenched, washing my belly with his scent. 

His energy within, his life force all over me, the intensity of a wild horse galloping inside me. No thoughts, no definition; pure physical vitality. 

I am earth, orbiting in space and rooted to its core, welcoming, nourishing, fruitful, in need of hydration, desiring reparation. I adapt, I destroy, I evolve. 

He is water, cleansing, enriching; he is rivers finding his way artistically; he is oceans, imaginative, flowing freely; he is wild waves crashing bodies; he is clear blue lakes, transparent and fluid.  

My skin remembers, his fingers, his tongue, the moments of perfect awareness, the moaning, the biting, the feverish pleasure of touching and being touched.

I turn on the cold water in the shower and imagine my body submerged in blue lakes, I touch my bare skin and remember wild rivers running between me. 

I want to bathe under tall waterfalls, to feel cool pulsating water beating down on my skin. I dream of swimming in oceans and letting waves crash my body. 

The arms on his clock turn fast, he's further away in the future. 

I dream he's dancing and flowing freely, cleansing and enriching, intertwined between long earthy stems, pleased and pleasing. 

A.M

McStand

I get out of the elevator and put my heart in my purse,

I quietly knock then turn the door knob, 

The door is left strategically open for me,

I carry my anxious body inside, 

He excitedly meets me at his bedroom door,

There's sunshine in his eyes,

He arches his yellow eyebrows and shares a happy smile,

I can see most of his skin except for the parts covered by his briefs,

I sit on the couch and he lays back on his bed, 

And we proceeded to catch up,

I answer his thoughtful questions with my encased heart and carefully scan his strawberry lips, 

Light reflects off his golden chest,

There's a warm glow around his face,

I admire his graceful demeanor and fitting beauty,

My eyes become highlighters contouring his features,

He says come over here,

We argue over who should come over to whom and I let him win,

And the rest is not as good as the first time I rode up his elevator and pushed the already open door open,

The rest was slower and faster and personal, as we laid in our nakedness and talked about our lives and serial habits and childhood insecurities, 

The rest removed our masks and mysteriousness,

The rest was an exchange of truth as we became known to the other,

And after I got dressed and placed my heart back in my chest he put his sunglasses on, he hid the sunshine and cordially said to me "It was nice seeing you again". 

A.M