Of Camping Trips and Illicit Endeavors.

I wanted our lips to mingle.
I wanted to
taste your words
I wanted to
taste your breath
I wanted to
fuck.
Your hair curled softly into my margins of thought
as my body curled into yours.
Smoke curled out of our caverns
intertwined bodies twisted languid
your smell with mine
your limbs with mine.
Our palms upturned,
I couldn't meet your glaze.
I wanted to
fuck
I wanted to
but it was four in the morning
and all I could do was knot my thoughts Gordion-style
around your heavy eyelids.