Peccadilloes

I want to

Know the things

That you don’t

Want me to

The things that

You keep hidden

Tucked far away

Those things that

You think that

No one wants

To know those

Oddities and peccadilloes

Those exact things

That make you

You to me

SleepyArms

I talked to

You last night

As though you

Were here beside

Me imagining that

You were knowing

That you weren’t

Did you hear

Did you feel

My eyes trailing

Down your body

Describing every hill

And valley nook

And cranny did

You know when

I pulled you

Close did you

Come there wherever

You were into

My sleepy arms

YouAre (to Jay)

You are beautiful

Like the moon

You bathe me

In your mystery

Tiptoeing through night

Giving my room

Just enough light

To remind me

You are here

And remind me

When you’re not

1+1=X

Is it possible

To love without

Definition is it

Possible to achieve

A relationship existence

That occurs simply

Because it does

One that doesn’t

Define or redefine

What it is

But just exists

Because two people

Decided it so

YouMyWater

It is not

It simply isn’t

How I do

But how deeply

That I do

With some I

Wade pulling up

Trousers to keep

Them dry because

Of my uncertainty

With others I

Cast them aside

And swim languidly

But with you

With you I’m

Already naked with

No clothes needed

No defenses required

Just me with

You my water

Diving deep deeper

Than ever before