In Your Arms I Feel Alive
Your memory rests in the shadows of my collarbone; you are dabbed like perfume Behind the lobes of my ear, in the creases of my elbows, at the base of my neck.
There’s a cocoon in my mind where I keep thoughts of you.
Your memory rests in the shadows of my collarbone; you are dabbed like perfume
Behind the lobes of my ear, in the creases of my elbows, at the base of my neck.
I cannot get enough of the way your mind runs,
Leaving remnants like crystallized caramel coating the tip of my tongue.
Each caress feels like a declaration of love; you hold me like I am a precious gem, like I am Wind slipping through your fingers, like I am the shivering beat of a moth’s wings.
Your warmth is intoxicating.
Can you be drunk off of the heat of another’s shoulder blade?
I have dreams of the space
At the hollow of your neck trapped
Between my lips, and my thoughts float off like the embers of a dying fire.
I feel your hands on my hips long after your fingers have left their final brush. 
