Heat

skin damp
clothes clinging
air thick
breathing difficult

i lay
still
waiting
yearning

it comes
teasing
light
playful

touching
skin
hair
lips

it’s so good
I’ve been
waiting
so long

it’s so welcome
over my skin
touching
everywhere

I lean
into it
reaching
opening myself

then it builds
in strength
until it passes
leaving me

wanting it
again and
again and
again…

there’s nothing like
a cool breeze
on a hot day

Three Words

You ask me, how do I know?
And I wonder, how do I explain
that feeling that poets have
endlessly tried to capture

How do I tell you
That your touch centers me
bringing me a peace
I’ve never known

How do I tell you
that your smile
is the sun that warms me
from the inside out

How do I tell you
that your eyes
say more than words
could ever tell me

How do I tell you
that your laughter
is the light that
guides me though the dark

How do I tell you
that your mere presence
makes me feel safer than any walls
around my heart ever could

How do I tell you
that I’ve never been
as confident in myself
as I am with you

How do I tell you
that when I’m with you
being me is the
easiest thing in the world

How do I tell you
that three little words
say all that I feel for you
yet will never say enough