Literary Sexts: August 6th – December 26th

xxi.
We tumble together, a ball of limbs.
Mixed together with you, I doubt I’ll ever want to untangle myself again.

(Baby, This is As Close as We’ll Come to Being Gymnasts)
xxii.
He presses his lips to my lips and it is like I have never felt balm before.
If I am breathing wound, he is living salve.

(His Touch is the Best Medicine)

xxiii.
You wake my body like revival;
I come alive gasping,
drenched in our new gospel.

(Dip Me  Our Sins Again)

xxiv. “
We dance in the storm like the raindrops are making a song just for us. I watch our reflection in the puddles and fall into the rhythm of this new lovers’ waltz.

(You Prefer Your Ballrooms Underwater)

xxv.
The thought of you hits me like I am a timpani;
I catch my breath and the bass rumbles through me.
My pulses races with the snare’s quick beat.

(Drumlines Got Nothing on My Heartbeat)

xxvi.
Kiss me like Christmas morning:
unwrap my tongue like it is a present;
string lights in my eyes as if I am evergreen.

(Lover, Let’s Take a Holiday)

xxvii.
You touch me like paper mache; before anyone else can marvel at your creation, you’re kissing the strips away.
This is what I mean when I say he is jealous for me.

(I Want to be Your Give and Take)

xxviii.
You wrap me up like blanket fort.
I scrunch my face at you until my profile is making shadow puppets on the wall.
Let’s stay huddled together, claim we need warmth

(Lover, You are Most Comfortable Fortress)

xxix.
You kiss me in the moonlight just so you can watch the Sun’s sister sigh.
You got her blushing red and I prefer to watch that over any sunrise.

(Our Love Lights Up the Night Sky)

xxx.
I watch you speak in waves,
some sentences strung together like poetry.
I spend my days basking in their rhythm,
letting each word crash over me.

(With You, Lover, I’ll Gladly Be Lost Out at Sea)

xxxi.
Press yourself into me.
I want to feel the print on your tongue;
coat my body in your poetry.

(I Will Be Your Printing Press)

xxxii.
Flood your lips over me in currents. Make my cheeks blush salmon. I can only imagine the effect of our affection if we went ice-fishing.

(Baby, I Crave to Float Your Rough Waters)

xxxiii.
Take my hand into your hurricane and let’s station ourselves like anchors in the eye together.
In the 90 mile per hour gusts, when our faces are plastered into Scream-mask smiles and our knees are buckling so that we may sink like the Titanic into this wind-beaten ground,
know that you, and only you, are the one thing that will forever knock the breath out of me.

(Lover, Do Not Shelter Me from Your Storms)

xxxiv.
He says he has the hands of a carpenter, not soft, like my past lovers.
By this he means: “Not good enough”.
I tell him to carve me;
whittle me with his words until I am nothing
but sawdust kissing the ground and he
is the one sweeping me up.

(He Loves Me with Wood-chippings)

xxxv.
He collects my poems like fireflies;
pokes holes in the lid and says:
“This how I know I’m alive.”

(He Says My Words are like Light)

xxxvi.
Our bodies are tectonic plates;
every time we meet,
California cries again.

(Our Love is Earth Shaking)

xxxvii.
You twist my body like kaleidoscope and I am left seeing our love in technicolor.

(Color Me Desire)

xxxviii.
I want to be your dream weaver; your midnight ballerina:
Let me pirouette through your every fantasy.
May the footprints I leave on your brain, make you smile in your sleep.

(I Dream of Us Waltzing and That Means More than Sex to Me)

xxxix.
You solve me problematic.
Using your black and white way of thinking, you turn our feelings into something logical, while your hands become variables continuously solving for “x”.

(I am Your Favorite Equation)

xl.
He calls himself cartographer. I let him draw my hills, my valleys, my oceans, until all that’s left of me is an island, uncharted;
hidden from his maps on purpose because I am his and his alone.

(Lover, I Am but One Man’s Land)

xli.
You are magician
and I am assistant,
anticipating your next sleight of hand.

(You Saw My Heart in Half)

xlii.
You say my name like a gasp;
like for the first time, syllables have combined to taste sweeter than oxygen.
Breathe all of me in.

(You, Alone, Steal My Breath)

xliii.
We close our eyes only to be blinded by the angels’ light. Choosing to accept their approval, we are left strumming each other’s ribcages like harp strings and scratching hymns into one another’s spines.

(Let This Be Our Preferred Brand of “Hallelujah”)

xliv.
I want your lips like ink on my skin. I want your art etched into every inch.

(You, love, are a Pain I’ll Tolerate)

xlv.
Enter my body like casino;
roll my hips like roulette wheel,
draw cards from my spine.
You’re betting on a good night, and I’m all in.

(I’ll be Your Lady Luck Tonight)

xlvi.
Our hips clash like the fall of Rome.
With your nails in my back, I am an empire on fire; a body begging: “Ruin me! Ruin me!”

(All Roads Lead to You, Love)

xlvii.
Fold me like paper crane. Bend my origami spine until I can fit in the palm of your hand.

(Crease Me Beneath You)

xlviii.
Open my mouth like daybreak.
Watch my cheeks flood with both sunrises and sunsets.|
Drift your hands over me like shadows.
Bask in my glow.
Beg: ‘Lover, let your light shine in’
and never let me go.

(He Says I am Brighter than the Most Beautiful Mornings)

xlix.
I wake up to you and the scent of glue. My arms pasted around your waist and the feeling of someone who sticks.
Be careful, love, I could get used to this.

(I Wouldn’t Mind Being Stuck with You)

l.
My body is your mountain lodge.
Let’s share heat on rugs made from our shed clothes and I will welcome the goose flesh that rises to my skin.
If you are blizzard lover, I wouldn’t mind being snowed in.

(Winter is Coming, Gasping, Begging for More)

li.
Roll me around on your tongue like candy. Stretch my body out like taffy and sprinkle kisses over every inch. Leave pleasurable bruises the color of gumdrops in places no one’s ever seen.
Unwrap me and savor.

(You are both Sweet and Tempting)

lii.
Pull me out of the woodwork.
Smooth my edges with your sandpaper mouth as we rub against the grain.
I am never wooden with you, darling.

(Carve Me into Something Wonderful)

liii.
I make my body electric rod every time you hold me.
Allow your touch to caress me like lightning.
Pray it strikes twice when our lips meet.

(For You, I’m Ever-shocking)

liv.
I want your hands roving over my body of highway at 80mph in the middle of a rainy December.
I want the mist of your kisses spraying up from the asphalt.
I want to be drenched.

(Go Downpour on Me)

lv.
Let me be your “Midsummer Night’s Dream”. No spell cast, no mule’s head,
but a fool for you, nonetheless.

(I Will be Both Lover and Lunatic)

lvi.

You are the sunset in my mouth and my tongue is an ever anxious palette. When I blush in blue, pink, and gold, tell them it’s an outside reflection.

(Let Me Sink in Your Horizon)

lvii.
If you are seeking religious experience, cry out my name.
I will come to you quicker than God.
They will light a candle for your soul not knowing how you only started believing when I licked you like a flame.

(Find Me and We’ll Make Heaven on Earth)

lviii.
I want you to make me the cold that burns. Feel your showerhead cascade against my naked shiver.
I want your heat to bite my frost as we welcome the icy fire.

(Lover, Let’s Mix Temperatures)

lix.
Kiss me until all I can taste are galaxies.
Discover my body like a constellation and only revolve around me.

(Love Me by the Moon and Treat Me Like Your Sun)

lx.
Hold me where our rivers meet the ocean;
let yours begin where mine ends.
I want to go out drowning,
drinking all of you in.

(Wash Over Me Constantly)

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