I left my heart in a blue bed in park city.
I was too chicken to say it, but thought
Maybe I could have stayed and been happy
Rolling through your many colored hills,
Rubbing oil into your chapped hands.
Right hand on my belly, left on the wheel.
I sit on the floor of your airport waiting for the next adventure
Looking behind me, sad to see you disappear.
Your skin and colors stay inside of me
Leaving a trial of light behind me as I fly.
I can still feel your fingers between my hot griddle thighs
The warmth and fuzzy feeling has not left since I left you.
My hair and neck wave for your caress and scream in revolt of our too soon parting
I miss your heavy breathing and voiceless climax.
These hands now empty without flesh to cup
Again and Again words fail to say what lays in the memory of my muscles.
Effortless, you swim through me hauntingly
My body sings with you and calls for your touch like a child.
Sleepless nights lying next to your warm body, listening and suffering
To the sound of twisted muscles and the sensation of locking.
Your eyes closed and my wet warm body perched on top of yours
My self opening to you, hopelessly and recklessly
And I the helpless experiencing bystander
Watching with eyes wide open as the impulse to love you washed over me like waves
I pushed against the dam of my heart, willing it to hold.
Again and Again waking in the night
With this silent pain pumping from my chest.