Solely Soli

  The night I saw you, I saw our first kiss.   The next night, I saw our first time. And in many broken visions,  that put me in pieces and reduced me to a besotted, whimpering animal.  You’ve begun to melt my steel. You are turning my diamond into a soft, soft thing.  I am engulfed in massive waves by the need to touch you like the sun does. You smile and make me nervous like a little girl.  I want to bottle your mood and taste you a tongue’s tip at a time for fear of running out.  One day I’ll be your mirror.  I’ll hold you up to yourself and show your sublimity to you, the way that I can see it.  This feeling has built a nest in my mind and has wound itself into two simple phrases, echoing louder and louder in seeming incantation; I want to make you calm and warm. I want to make you cum.