Now if there ain’t no mountain high enough, why ain’t ya climbin’ up? My hand has been extended ever since the day I lent it to ya.

spindrift:

shy chuckles after climaxes,
sincere smiles before goodbyes,
wavering uncertainties of what’s next
paint the ceiling…
but one thing is certain,
that is the fire between two spirits
refusing to extinguish

shy chuckles after climaxes,
sincere smiles before goodbyes,
wavering uncertainties of what’s next
paint the ceiling…
but one thing is certain,
that is the fire between two spirits
refusing to extinguish

magictransistor:

Gustave Doré, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Samuel Taylor Coleridge), Harper & Brothers, New York, 1876.

being home is strange, like
driving by a place your first love and you
fucked what feels like decades ago, or
staying in the house your new love and you
first reconciled feelings that were buried
so deep it would’ve taken centuries for
architects to unearth them if you two hadn’t first.

i couldn’t write a memoir poem to save my life
but memories endlessly inundate the waves
that ebb in my webbed mind, good and bad.
depending where they fall on the scale
i feel a yearning for a time behind me,
or my toes dance on the soles of my shoe
impatiently, impatiently — for the future that
won’t make me miss what’s already happened.

and all i can think is
i miss you, i love you
when life can’t be all about you,
but it’s all i care it to be
because everything else is failing me.

my mouth doesn’t tell your ears
but my heart tells your heart
with every start
of memories or anticipated futures
the heart i wish to rest my cheek on
in between kisses
that may leave a mark

my mouth doesn’t tell your ears
but i think it frequently
when we make each other laugh
or writhe, cry, moan
in many ways — not just how
everyone says it
i act upon it too
actively, thought it’s not hard
to avoid what would say otherwise

all the ways i miss you
could run a waterfall
for millions of years

you make me want to find myself
so i can be myself with you
i gaze at you with lustful eyes —
i realize that you see the depth of people
you see much more than body
i think back on my first lover —
i was the most sexually free with him
and i think, but i want to be sexually
free with you — and while i want the passion
and desire to be communicated — i love that
you seek deeper levels — you aren’t just there
to get off and get me off
you push boundaries and dig up emotions
and pain and love — you are like an archaeologist
on a dig, searching for what has
been buried far under the surface
and for that i love you — among many
other reasons. knowing this about you,
learning this over a span of two years —
makes me want to crash into you with all my
loosened gravity so walls crumble and we can both
find what we are looking for.