Acute insomnia

Awake

And distracted

So full of lightness and love

Just knowing

I saw your face today,

Looking back at me,

So close I could touch you

And hold your arm

Or put my arms around you

Just knowing

I could experience you

In my orbit

You’re here.

I’m like a child on Christmas Eve,

Starry eyed

Sugar plums dancing

Dreams of traveling

And adventuring

And exploring

And dating with you

Dancing in my head.

I can’t believe it’s been so long,

Together,

And you still make me skip a beat.

When your wings grow tired

I hope you settle in my nest.

Love of my life,

My little bird.

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Two Sides.

I love the way you hold me,

Handling me like I’m fragile

I love the way your fingers

Press against my skin,

With intention.

The way you watch me

from the distance;

You love being around me.

I’m filled with contentment.

It’s simple. Kind. Sweet.

You don’t lead with the sex

But you’re sexy.

I love your smile,

Your ease,

Your stubborn rigidity,

Keeping you from that

Very. Last. Inch.

I love your eyes on me

And your full-body hugs.

Your timidity,

Your candor.

No ego, or bravado.

And yet,

You’re a hip hopping,

Globe trotting,

Scout spotting badass,

With a heart full of gold

And body full of swagger.

Little Bird

I love the way

Your eyes wrinkle

With delight

When you are looking at me.

I love how calm

It always seems you are

When we meet in silence.

Is it that easy,

When we strip away

All the expectations?

I love all the ways

You make me laugh

How you tell stories

That sometimes make

little sense,

And I never care to know why.

Sometimes, even,

I admire your open hesitation

To giving in to

What you know

Your heart desires.

What courage must it take

To resist what you want,

In return

for safety.

Pay no mind,

Little bird,

I’ll be here

When you feel sure enough

To approach my embrace,

To be your friend,

To mind after your heart.

If only to see

You break into a smile

One last time.

Like Wales

You have the kindest eyes.

And a gentle, tender smile.

Sometimes I dream

Of memories

That haven’t happened yet.

You’re gentle.

You’re more gentle than I’m used to.

But I want your tenderness

For the rest of my life.

I used to want to be handled,

And then I met you.

You’re the perfect weather

For a cozy sweater

A flask of coffee

A leisurely walk

With brisk wind,

Embracing our cheeks.

Your hands, cold,

Desire my body,

Perfect temperatures

For our embrace.

You hold me

Without expectation

Without ulterior motive

With care,

With ease,

With simplicity.

I want your arms around me

Forever.

I love you like a fog

I love you like a fire

Crackling in the hearth

Of my swelling heart.

Your heart is warm

Like old Scotch in my belly.

You make me giddy

Smile with glee.

I could drink

Your kind smile,

The same beautiful taste

Hitting my lips

Day in, day out,

Swirling in your orbit

For the rest of time.

Clark Kent

So many periods

Of times apart,

Pining for times together

To embrace the heart.

We were both made to be gods

To give the world something bigger

Better

Greater

We’re the hero class, you and me.

Hearts thrown aside

To step into destiny.

But let’s just imagine

We took a moment to

Just be.

Two classy geniuses.

In the throes of breath,

Of embrace,

Of romance.

Don’t worry,

Just imagine it for a moment.

The burning intensity.

It’s night in Metropolis.

You in a dapper dark suit,

A bow tie and your dark glasses.

Your hair brushed and placed perfectly.

Your smile lighting up the sky,

Even amidst the city lights.

Me, in a satin ballgown,

Soft to the touch,

Bare shoulders and hair pulled back,

Tiny hairs on end with the blowing wind.

Classic and elegant.

Hopeful and happy.

I put my hand on your chest,

underneath your jacket

Looking to feel your heartbeat on my palm

Breathing in sync,

inhaling your essence.

Soul mates, aligned,

If only for a moment.

We kiss, we touch,

We devour,

Overlooking the city below

We own the night

Looking out only for us.

Pure chemistry.

Elemental.

Two gods,

controlling the swirl

Of weather and time.

Slowed in your embrace.

Brief moments where

Our energies recharge

and then, like clockwork,

We are called to duty

To serve the greater purpose.

When do we make it last?

When do we slow it down?

When have we saved the world,

If we haven’t saved ourselves?

The sweater 

About a month ago now

Has it really been that long?

I became enveloped in you,

As always

Leaving my sweater at the restaurant

Caught off guard 

By my utter lack of concern

For a piece of fabric 

I loved, so much.

I can pinpoint the moment

Where that sweater mattered nothing

When the attention shifted

From me to room to you,

To us.

At that moment,

There was one.

An us. 

Nearly a year in this dating game

And I saw it,

Clear as day.

Turning toward, with conviction.

I started to fall

An emotional moment that 

Took me by surprise.

You were my fling in the district

I, your transition person,

And yet, we transitioned,

Into something else.

Something more.

I began to fall,

Leaving that fabric behind.

You could have mailed it,

You know.

But instead, you took me up

On my playful advice

To keep it, hold that sweater I love

For ransom.

To see me again. 

I want to wear you on my arm

Like that beautiful sweater.

I want to snuggle you,

Pull you close to me in the autumn air.

I want to take you home,

Keep you in my closet.

All for me. 

I want people to compliment you

Compliment me for having you.

To be so lucky.

Simply,

I want that sweater

In your closet,

me in your room

Enveloping me in you

More.

Perhaps always. 

Perhaps not. 

But always, 

more.