First Date/Second Date

First Date:

I fucked her blinks with one sentence:

"If Home is where the heart is, then you I'd surely live in."

Are you coming back with me?

Where do you want to end the weekend?

My place or yours?

I'll still miss you while at both of them.

Second Date:

I woke up, right where I needed to be.

Face down in her creases

wanting years—not seasons,

while being tied up in her arms.

Our bodies stateside

bearing road maps drawn by palms

Kissing the beats

which assisted their breathing

as a last caress made by finger drawings.

"I've missed you." 

And that was my first profession.

Two hearts,

whose moods arouse by being,

the Fahrenheit of skin,

raising pulse and the linen

in our tossing and turning ov sheets.

Although, sleep is pleasurable..

I was well-too enamored

when admiring the beauty that lay before me

staring back, attentively,

eye to eye, within naked reach

effortlessly moving with each blink.

That glinting pierce—facing all fear,

by the softest of touch.

The squeezing with want.

In the heat & the steam of the city.

Awaking to her,

was a reality in its reeling

beyond the genesis of its dreaming

sounding a clock in a Heart-Shaped box

awaiting duel sparks to go off

The Countdown: a real ting.

She stands at the door, now...

So, what does it mean

when I already miss her before the leaving?

"It's all right if you love me.

It's all right if you don't.

I'm not afraid of you running away

Honey, I get the feelin' you won't." - Tom Petty