ALL I SEE / JUNE 9, 2009

and all i see
is his nape
clear / untouched
innocent and sweet
i slouch and suddenly
i find myself
caressing the tip of his lips
as he slowly outlines
the shape of the back of my neck
carefully
whispering moans of his stirring masculinity
our hands clasping strongly
able / capable
like the storm
thundering violently outside
i close my eyes
and we are back
in this rainy friday afternoon
i struggle to focus
but end up

looking at his white collared shirt
i lean and suddenly
i find myself
breathing the hair on his nape
he turns me over
looked at me
deeply
moving closely
towards the locking
of lips unbridled
pressing hardly
and even harshly
against his cold bed
intimate together
but separated by this gloomy weather