What Is Mine

Those lips are mine to kiss
like the arms are my blankets
his chest my bed of roses
and daisies where I’m wrapt up
like a memory, tied with a bow

or handcuffs to a bed frame.
If we had the time I’d see all the
soft spaces; the mirror shards, you’re
my silk sack of broken glass.

The elemental man of water you
become and destroy; dangerous in your
depth to swallow me whole. My wind carries
the passions to land, taking over the
earth in a thought or glance, we are
forces together, unstoppable and grand.

If we are joined again, let it be at
the hips, to grind out a new pact
or peaceful resolution. We are not longer
deserving of each other, too much blood
under the bridge that we build again and again.

I want more than the bleeding wounds;
I want to gaze into why you breathe
for me; bring me back that moment,
hold my hands while I ask; you love me don’t you?
answer me honestly. Yea, I guess I do.

I’m back on the hood
of your car, in silver and warm
wrapped in your arms; falling asleep
waiting for you to carry me home;

so put me there
and bring me back to life
after I've dreamt
of things past and future.