journal entry, 7/19/2023 3:45 AM

 

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.