Drabble #13: Love me like you are mine.

Love me like you are mine.

Map me with your fingertips. Taste me with your tongue. Take small bites, a big bite, followed by painful devouring. Take both my hands as if you want me to be safe and then pin me to the ground. Take all your body to cover mine, holding me too close. Take my heartbeats, matching your speed to the sound. It's quick and rough and sharp and it hurts.

 Take everything now. There's nothing to love. It's over and you are done. When you leave, nothing remains. I am no longer as I never was.

Drabble #12: Have I ever told you how I feel?

“Have I ever told you how I feel?” she asked without subtlety.

“Not sure. Maybe. How do you feel?”

“Intensely,” she spoke as she felt. “It was a pleasure kissing you.”

“I wish I could be around long enough to fall in love with you,” he said seconds before he did. As he looked at her the moment became a memory. She was LA and he was leaving.

He left with a fragment of an ideal. As much as he would never forget, it would never be enough. Goodbye girl, goodbye love, goodbye LA. Hope to return sometime, someday, someway.

Drabble #11: He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her.

He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her. The list was long and being on it hardly made him special. It was never hard to say no. If she wanted to she would, she explained, but she didn’t.  It was that simple.

He pleaded, “Will you touch it?”

“No.”

“Will you suck it?”

“No.

“Will you fuck it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Not even a little?”

“Not even.”

“You’re so meaningful.”

“Thank you,” she genuinely responded.

He meant nothing. He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her and that’s why he never would.

Drabble #8: He took with him a token.

He took with him a token. He walked right down the street. He left me with the notion there was somewhere he needed to be.

I followed him closely, but he did not see me. He never saw me. He crossed the park. He climbed the stairs. I waited; I watched; I stared. He paused a moment; my breath was held.

He took with him a token I'm very sure was mine. I lost him on the subway. The train caught him just in time. I was left behind. I will let him have it. I will be too kind.

Drabble #7: I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat.

I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat. I listen to your song never on repeat, but before the last cadence comes to an end - it's just one touch to start it over again.

At times the dreams, they look so real. At times I would try and fail to feel, but I like the way you look at me - always burning with a slight intensity.

Wait, your magic has left me only wanting more. Wait, this isn't what I thought it was before, but the song's still playing, just patiently fading - never ending, never beginning, only hoping - I sing.

Drabble #6: He just stood there.

He just stood there.

Part of me knew I should do something, but it wasn’t the part of me that was going to. The moments lingered; no matter how much time was passing the outcome was still not to change.

The thrill of his prior gazes is lost and no longer. We were alone now and it seemed silly to have secrets, but awkward to speak the truth. It was over. He just stood there, as I remained seated. I was use to sharing distance glances, but this spoke of something different. Even if he wanted to, he never will.

Drabble #5: I'm so close

I’m so close to living the life I want.

I see it every day. I hear him read his soul. I feel her sing her heart. I am the difference between trying and doing. I’ll call myself an artist; that will make me one. Look at me, trying to be a piece of art. I’m beautiful, or not. I need you to judge me mercilessly, to have opinions about me, trite or deep.

Do you see it yet? The art that I have become. Am I giving you all that I am? Am I doing it? Am I doing it?

Drabble #4: He pulls me towards him with gentle force.

He pulls me towards him with gentle force. He spins me around and I’m caught willingly between his kiss and the wall. I’m lifted from the ground, not afraid to fall.

I feel his hot breath on my neck. No words are spoken. As I moan in his ear he understands what I have said: I will help you forget. Every part of him touches me. I bite my lip as I claw his skin. I’m letting go.

Driven by the need to consume his anguish I match his strength with my tenderness until neither of are aching any longer.

Drabble # 3: The closer we get

The closer we get, the stronger it’s pulling. It starts as a look, then it’s a feeling, now it’s a touch, then it’s uncontrollable and willing. When your body nears, time loses track of the mind. You’ll leave your world and come to mine.

And I know the place and I sing the songs. And we dance to a melody and your heart beats along. And you bring the comfort and you are the laughter. And we share a smile and my soul travels faster.

In seconds we return, having lost only breaths. We move on, pretending we never left.

Drabble #2: My hunger

My hunger for you has left my senses confused. Starving for what I cannot have. You taste like music and sound like petrichor. You smell like warmth and feel like color. And to my eyes you look savory.

My imagination has led my senses astray. Daydreaming all night long. You look like comfort and feel like spice. You smell like a rhythm and sound like sugar. And to my mouth you taste bright.

I do not know your taste, or your sound, your smell, your touch, your sight. I crave everything that you are, but I do not know you.

Drabble #1: I do not want to live

“I do not want to live,” my Heart cries.

My Soul responds, “Do you want to die?”

“Please help me.”

“You have two choices: Stop being miserable or stop being.”

“I’m almost dead but I cannot die.”

“Walk away from everything that hurts you. Look at it from a distance. Never touch it again. Never feel it again.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You must.”

After time, my Heart returns, “I know what it feels like to want to die. I know what it feels like to want to live. I know which one feels better. I owe you everything Love.”