Under Your Skin

Seduction... its an interesting desire seen in someones eyes, even when they know they should not and resist at first, yet seduction wins in the end.

You come to me, then go;

eloquent indecisiveness that

lingers like my perfume that

finds a home buried in

the threads of your shirt.

 

A stranger's voice dripping

from the phone; you coolness

laced with a hue of uncertainty
at that precise moment before
the bulls are about to be released.

Patiently, I wait for you inside
your shadow and next to you,
quietly holding your demons
and devils, hushing and close,
like a brand new baby.

Excited, but with a calm knowing,
I will still look at you with the
anticipation of that gift that I
waited for until Christmas
morning the year I turned seven.

For I know I am that vivid dream
that you struggled with last night,
while sweating and panting,
that left a wet stain on your
sheets when you awoke.

And even when you hide yourself
the truth bleeds out of your fractured
front like that single bead of perspiration
on your forehead and I know that
I scratch you under your skin.