Selfish
So the void doesn’t haunt me
Except sometimes
When it’s cold, like it was that night
Then I crave your warmth
And my bed is a desert
In the night
What circadian rhythm, what chemical release
That, like clockwork, stirs us from our slumber
With heat where there had only been warmth
I turn and drape my arm over you
You shuffle sideways into my lap, just touching
The heat radiates
What circadian rhythm, what chemical release
Triggers, like clockwork, this exhilarating routine
K.I.
From the veranda, we hear the ocean
You sit on the railing
I face you, standing between your legs
I lift you up and take you into the house
Inside, we rock together like the waves
We're dancing, responding to touch and motion
Deepening our bond
This has beauty
But we’re driven onwards, pulled by conveyor belt
Inside you, I’m constrained
We're disjointed, unequal
Pleasure, but not beauty
Now we’re apart, and it’s the rocking that I miss
The touch, the response
My golden-skinned canvas

