NOT TANGLED ENOUGH

so my chest
it was a field you rested upon
where you slumbered light and drifting,
you listened to the earth underneath
the rousing plates and the tremors,
dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


so my hands
they never left yours
and you brought them to your lips
like fragile glass,
held them like precious jewels,
dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


so my neck
you slowly explored,
a shadowed forest, hidden trails
leading to places we cannot yet go to
will you remember the way?
when it is time, the whispers will lead you back.
dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


so my back
you traced with your fingertips,
you made them glide like they skated on ice,
this cold curvature, this arched valley
heated with your soft touch.
dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


so my lips
they were your slaves
servants to your own, they followed your bidding
biting, nipping, softly drawing
me into you and you into me,
dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


so my thighs
you held them closer, pressed me harder
and i could feel everything that you are

but there's always this space

we cannot conquer
no matter how tight we coil ourselves
dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


so my heart
and your heart
our souls naked and our love revealed,
our words, thoughts and actions,
our bodies entwined,
yet not tangled enough.
no, not nearly enough.

dark, bitter chocolate and milk.


cris garing.