Camera Man

I dwell between the discs of the spine
in those fibers my muscles tire so much.
I relax as he lies awake on my stomach
listening in on all the natural grows and twists.
We rest in a sweet caress.
The focus is extremely zoomed into his face
I squint admiring the pores
Then, I live each second at its beginning.
I love the way his jaw fits in my palm
and how he changes his expression
when he catches me starring.
My waist holds the weight of his body.
My hips curve even fuller with his body
like cats procrastinating flirtingly
when their reflexes catch my petting hands.
The minutes inch by and I keep looking
like I'm sure this will never happen again,
like the day will fade to a black star
and my eyes will be useless to its beauty.

I dream about these things...
those that just make the thoughts drift.
I catch and place in my pocket
a sparkle lost in his eye,
a place only I could find.
The sounds that interrupt insatiably
the corridor of a tired church
are like these thoughts of mine
in weak moments here and there...
Everywhere!
As I tell the whole world
through innocent body language and flare
I convey how purely caring really lives inside me.
Caring less about the imperfections
that disappear with awkward but wise time.
Looking for the coming moment
I will zoom out
unveil the full image...
Eye to Eye.
Stare into the perfect face of an unfound man
born to lie across my shape.
Born to be mine.