A Resting Place

I've never met a man so like a sanctuary

Ready to fill and be filled

With holy water

and the sweet smoke of a perfect burn

A gift always giving and always wrapped

I find myself dreaming of how I would open it

Tear it up, desperate and clawing, wild and eager,

Or

Fingertips sliding slowly under the folds,

Harming nothing

My skin on each crease like the precious thing he is

We know what comes next

More questions

Fewer answers

Days like words being read and written

Dressed and undressed

Felt and gone in the same instant

A child

A home

A prayer made seconds before the end

He is all of those things

And he will be all of those things tomorrow

I spoke last night about his body,

And I want to take the time to tell you about his mind,

But today, all I can mention, and mention too small a word,

Is the way his eyes make me feel.

When he stares at my hip bones

When he almost leaves the road to steal a glance

When everyone else is looking at the moon

And his head turns to me

I know I could have him forever

Just because of those looks

Those leaky moments that drip

From Hollywood's lips

His laughing, the score

It begins as soon as the love scene is through

A purring; The growl of being finished and taking rest

The smile he makes with his lion face when he knows

He's done well by me

A tiny death in Every

Single

Glance

A wingspan like love

Eyes like the moon

A heart like peace

He will never be lost again

Because his body is a home

I think I'll rest here for a while

Je pense que je vais rester