I’m over being subtle
You need to know that it’s you
That it’s only you, beneath my skin
Coursing through my veins like adrenaline
It’s your sweat I want on my tongue
Your fervent fevered whispers in the night
Long twisting meandering conversations
Laughter like a waterfall
Fingers entwined
Eyes reflecting the stars
Seashores, mountain peaks
Valleys and deltas and continental divides
Sunrise and sunset
Your downpour, your drought
Nothing, everything
It’s you, it’s only you
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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