untitled-ish

the softness of these sheets
is no match for the tone of your voice
which drapes mornings with solaced need
asking for nothing
saying just enough but telling everything
Listen…

i crave the presence of your skin
the imagined sensate of incense smoke
clinging to each surface
that it walks across unhurried
begging to take form
and be
the most real

the scene is back in theaters
a cinema in our own minds
i watch with unbroken focus
no matter how many times I’ve seen you
you show the same intensity
i like looking
and you’ve noticed
did you enjoy the view?

if I am forced to swallow
my pride and ask for a taste
risk it, lick the battery
you’ll make me shut my mouth
and remind me of how it zaps
hush

a faint scent will linger
when you
breathe in the air
easy
when I’m not there
easy now
so challenging to inhale
when I take it away