DESIRES DRIVE

Once again i'm back here and trying to write about desires.

your touch, and i am hanging, weightless, in a room with no words so,

i can't explain the heat of your touch on my waist but i can explain the way it made me feel lika a temptress about to step foot in a thunderstorming ocean, 

saltwater conductor,

a seductress brought down to her knees,

currents drowning any protest,

and it was never about the touch really

but about the make- believe 

your hand in my hair and maybe it's only me,

your lips are on mine, and maybe you love me,

i would choke and drown and cough up a hurricane,

bring thunder back to the sea, for another touch another look or maybe the way you make me feel like i am floating without touching me atall.

maybe the problem isn't you atall really

but how there is always water in my lungs

and i began counting on you to keep me afloat.

its a fruitless tale: you can swallow and swallow but i will give you more like i give everything to you 

like i take everything from me,

like i dont know the difference between the two.

the sea calls tauntingly but she knows 

what you do, what i do

what the tides told the moon on a cursed midnight : return, it is a question of when and not and if. Not a why