Today's muck

I. Faith

Feeling it burn

Opening up

It flickers

It dances

It moves when I breathe.

It comes close to burning my skin,

but I pull away before the lick.

The anticipation is enough to elevate my heart rate.

My pupils dilate.

My mouth is ready.

II. Gutter

I like the curve of it

How it nestles

Fits neatly in my hand

Responds well to my touch

I push

It pushes back.

Harder

Harder.

III. For the next one

I want to make out with the least available person on the planet.

I want to be ignored by her friends and sit annoyingly by at a party.

I want to wrestle with her demons and lose.

I want to wear the badges and bruises of defeat.

I want to hear her confess her sins in her sleep.

I want to wake up and question the lines of her face and her journal.

I want to watch her from a distance as she flirts with other mates.

I want to drunkenly argue about how much I care and how much she doesn’t.

I want to despise her family and avoid trips to see them with every excuse in the book.

I want to confess my sins in the night.

I want to ignore her.

I want to write lines.

I want the right lines.

IV.

Love

I want to drown by the power of a damn bursting open

Replenishing the valley it left dry.