Directions for Love
I started at your toes Delicately working my fingers Into the arch of your foot, tickling your Mind with my words. I took a left at your Right knee, slowly Fondling your brain With stories of baking And cooking and Changing the sheets once We made it home From our journey. I took a sharp right As I circled around your Let hip as my wicked tongue begged for a bathroom break, not because I had to go but because I wanted to lift you up, press you against the wall in the Shell off of N50. My hands now firmly at The wheel, I tiptoed across your Taught belly, saying hello To the goosebumps And the butterlflies Welcoming them along Our journey. I traced a path along your ribs, underneath your breasts And our labored breaths Filled up the window To our hearts, With the dampness And dewiness of memories of our first hug, our first kiss, the first time we made love, the first time we made dinner for the other and the first of many more to come. I touched your heart And while one would think That the journey was over This was just the beginning, As I felt your delicate heart Beating in synch with mine Yet the way to love for us is to continue our journey, take the fork in the road at your collar bone climb your neck, take the second turn at the roundabout of your left ear until I have parked in the carport of your sapiosexual brain. Only until then Would I remain lost, Yet you always know How to provide the right Directions and guide us to Our final destination.
This poem is for the Day 30 prompt from NaPoWriMo.net and is about directions to someplace. This is also for Anna as she knows the directions to my heart.