Lost & Found

How do I factor around not holding you with my hands searching for contours to grip, fingers merging with your skin as if we were grafting my palms to your hips and my arms to your ribs... ...A staircase can be a dangerous place with your ankles kissing my face.... LOST AND FOUND

THE BALLAD OF TWO LOVERS SKIPPING STONES OVER BLACK HOLES AND PUDDLE JUMPING ON A SUPERNOVAS SHORE...

....I lost my inhibitions and found safety in her tone... Behind walls made of typhoons and receivers stamped from molded plastic, we connected and fused our adulation into passionate exploration of each others secrets and souls... There are no similarities in this Adonis only envy, jealous eyes prying after Gods most favored creation. She is a creature the likes of fantasy and myth..unattainable and brilliant...and yet-she touched me. Her hands like waves and fingers like anchors, she plunged into my abyss and gripped my being. She inspires me to swim naked through hot spring pools and sip bottles of wine on a volcano's balcony. Ive learned to sew and weave with her, as i fit layers of my ribcage with the songs she sings and the paper mache musings that bind the smile of our prayer... We gifted each other intracit baskets to catch the shooting stars of our bedroom ceiling astrology course and the whispers of our pillow talk... She stitched the weather tattered sails of my dreams and passion and I made for us the perfect vessel to carry our sweat licked skin tango to exotic shores with full gale force sway ....we create naked brilliance and heavy breath sacraments to each others epidural harmony of motion and chest to back contours that have typhoons and solar eclipses bowing at our union... ...arms and hands conducting to each others bodies like Mozart to his symphony, like symbols our bodies and souls collide with perfect reverberation and every beat and breath with her, Is a masterpiece. Lost and Found....and so we are