Just not enough time to look at your face.
To memorize the lines there, the smile lines, the laugh lines, the color of your skin.
It was too long.
This time in between tasting you.
Having your kiss on my mouth.
Holding your hand in my hand.
Laughing with you while the sun streamed through the window and my heart fled out my body.
Absconded by you.
I realized later.
I hadn’t opened my eyes enough.
So love lost in the moment.
So taken with the abandon.
I forgot to look.
I forgot to get my fill.
I didn’t get enough.
I sound like a junkie, don’t I.
A little love junkie.
A little tortured and twisted and sighing in the wind.
When.
Oh.
When, will I see my baby again?
And see I must.
See I demand.
With my eyes, with my hands.
To.
Take the measure of you.
Holding images against the braille of my heart.
Reading all that lies in between the shadow and the soul.
The dark drift of my dreams and the raft of pleasure I find myself
Moored upon.
Open your eyes I tell myself.
Don’t get so damn lost.
So easy to get lost in you, in between the slipstream and the curve of your shoulder blades.
The cusp of your collar bone.
The smell of you.
Not enough time to take it all in.
Damn it.
There were things I saw though.
Oh.
Yes.
The dewy fall of a bead of sweat down the back of your neck, sweet, succulent, juicy, droplet.
I wanted to lick it off of you.
Taste you.
I watched it fall instead.
Sliding down your skin it mesmerized.
Or.
Your smile.
Searing me in half.
I did not see enough of it though.
Too busy instead kissing that mouth to take it in properly.
Astray in the lushness of your bottom lip, the holding space and the sigh of it.
I could fall down that velvet blackness and abandon myself there.
Gone.
Star dust to star dust.
Ashes to ashes.
Obliterated.
Abandoned.
Lost.
In this.
Exquisite dream.
So.
I reprimand myself.
Open your eyes.
Open them wide.
See.
See all of you.
As I am so taken with you.
Kidnapped.
Dazzled.
Captivated.
Enchanted.
Enthralled.
And.
Beguiled.
All the damn things.
All of them.
So.
Let me say it one more time.
So I dare not forget.
Open your eyes baby girl.
There is so much to see and see it all you must.
Imprints of you on the backs of my eyelids.
In the narrative of my blood.
Standing there.
Just waiting.
Waiting for me to see.
Waiting for me to see.
All.
Of you.
Auntiebubba 