arliddian

it's an introduction without contact but I still sense that same spark which speaks with trembling hands while tongue-tied hopes hold heart's half-plans in the freedom of finer points forgotten and suppose you find your old skin surprises stretched taught (new tricks) sweat slick swallowing the night like it never did (comfortably) sure if ever you were close we'd pick each others poison perfect inebriation and initiate that trouble you've been longing for but you'd find me already punch-drunk on proximity all awkward arms secret smiles and nervous laughter revealing I make plans like promises

I want you in the dark watching stars fall not balancing the distance between another arm's embrace I want you on the hard ground in the middle of the lake my hips' width pressed against your length [our sitting setting center stage] I want you in so many appropriate inappropriate ways I can't help I want us all entangled limbs lost (in) ourselves