Beyond the press of skin

I shiver  
at the scrape  
of your 5 o’clock shadow  
on my neck  
and the way your    
heavy sigh clings    
to my skin    
   
If Amazon Prime Day  
offered a transmogrification  
machine that  
zapped the hurt  
from your  
chest into mine,  
I’d buy two  
just to be sure  
you didn’t have to  
   
feel it all  
   
alone  
   
Just so you’d  
know  
I’m here  
   
beyond the press    
of skin to skin  
   
My arms  
wrap around you  
in a vain attempt  
to shield  
your naked back,  
as you nuzzle  
the little crook    
of my neck    
until I squirm  
   
Your cock jumps  
against my  
smooth  
mound  
and desire  
floods me  
with insane urgings  
to be what you need  
in this moment  
of uncertainty  
   
whatever you need.  
   
I want to share  
your secrets  
and your joy  
your sorrows  
and your passions,  
I want to  
strap into the  
crazy train roller coaster    
next to you  
and make out at the  
peak of the ride,  
crazed by the wild  
vacillations  
   
I want to love you under  
a sky of the stars  
we made  
by punching holes  
in the underbelly    
of the universe    
with fantasy  
and fear  
and the type  
of coffee  
you like best  
   
Our mouths meet and  
we back walk  
until the couch    
hits my calves and  
I fall    
   
Fuck, how I fall  
   
and draw you down to me  
   
Baby, I want to  
give you respite  
in my body,  
soft, and firm,  
and resilient,  
and take you  
so deep  
you carve  
your name  
on my lungs  
   
so my  
every breath  
   
is yours  
 
 
yours  
   
 
and after  
 
like tangled  
vines we lie  
quiet on  
the couch,  
while rain  
lightly knocks  
at the window  
   
and you breathe    
without labor    
and sleep    
with an uncreased brow  
safe in my arms    
as I trace hearts    
and arrows  
on your skin  
with the tip of my nail  
   
and I’m here  
   
beyond the press of skin  
 
I’m here  
 
however you need me