Heat Exhaustion

It was supposed to be so easy
One stolen, forbidden kiss in the secrecy of darkness
But somehow when your lips touched mine under those overhanging trees
As the wind whispered cautionary tales inside our ears
You stole a little part of my soul
Then while you rubbed my back and uttered reassurances you blew warm breath
Upon my soul and stretched out your hands so it could breathe.
Oh those hands, those hands, that when I manage to obliterate every other
Part of you from my tired mind, haunts my dreams, I can feel them
Stroke the lines of my hips, drawing out the women from beneath my tough skin
And I am tired, tired of your illicitness, tired of not knowing right from wrong and
Tired of missing something that was never mine to miss.

You smell of everyman I have ever known, represent every wet tongue
Of desire and taste of work and toil
Your dreams are those of simplicity and a calmer place and just the ticking
Of your heart represents a beat unknown
Your words mean nothing and everything and my intellectual articulations and protestations
Are lost beneath those big brown eyes that urge me on to stay
You are my wakefulness and my sleep, my movement and most of all my still.
I love you in spite of myself and the more I love the more I hate, the more I hate, the more you want the moment, just the moment, to last just another day.