Of wish (I can’t leave you alone)

Sometimes the words should stay tucked. This is evidence of my naivete about our world… my ignorance about evenings in solitude….

She is sitting quietly in her chair…. I watch her eyes closed as she listens to her podcast. I’m considerate while staring….considerate while thinking of prying her thighs open, her hands pinned to them. Careful my thoughts…. Love gets lost in the clicking of my tongue against my teeth..

I want to be that chair, arms alive ripping at the ease and comfort of her time without me…. This is where I ran off to, the place between her squirming in her seat and my start as I reach with my mind… “c’mere”..

Her resistance is the beginning of the angriest submission… she is not angry…I’m just hungry…thirsty…starving.. wishing to be the fabric separating us..

I like saying us.

The room is smaller when I’m puffed..bigger and leaning, and love gets forced into the spaces between her eyelids, eyes open …catching my stare like rice thrown at our wedding…. Careful now, looks can kill… and the eager strains the broth, the resistant strains against the brooding habits of my fingers tapping the table… dragging the corners of her solitude into a smile

Looks can heal