Intimacy
Intimacy
I often tend to lockdown
My desires, fantasies and you,
In a night's tale, I write.
I write, a dimly lit balcony,
A mattress, music and us,
Entwined in one quilt, and wine!
I write, a warm fuzzy bathtub,
Roses, lemon grass, and steam,
Rising not from water, but bodies.
I write, open terrace nights,
Stars, constellations, and music,
Not from a guitar, but moans!
I live what I write and,
I write, What I can't live,
Yet you're here,
Not in my arms, but my tell-tales!