Breakfast In Bed

Seven hours on the road
chasing that fiery promise
dripping from your whispered words
Woozily hissed and kissed
down a crackling telephone

This distance, a disgrace
this distance, I furiously chase
I’m a bullet down the strobing motorway
a pinball through
the unlit maze of winding lanes

The sun begins to drench the sky
pink champagne sopping wet
from cottonwool swabs
My mind only contrives to dive
into your whirlpool eyes
only replays your fragrance
from the deepest archives
As your imagined shoulders nakedly graze
my desperately inhaling nostrils
The scent and wild seduction
the nature of your existence

With tiredness devouring me
exhaustion humming from every pore
Those broken lines still shooting by
fickle ghosts in my bloodstream
and ten-tonne eyelids flickering to stay open

You are above me, then below me
beside me, then over me
I’m inside and outside of me
I’m above, watching our rhythm
Your body, your essence
your sweetness, your longing
your raging love, your wild desire
your molten curves, your supernatural forcefields
your sweat-soaked hair
your breathless gooseflesh
your religion, your every facet

I’m the current through every nerve of me
other-worldly
I watch you, explosively
shattering
I watch myself melting
Ultimately, we’re both water
splashing

We might not outlast this memory
but it will always exist in us
We might not outlast this memory
but it’s ours to keep…

Thanks for reading.