loft, midday

today we dance the tango of unsure.  i am opened wide as a spring magnolia, waiting under archways, skirt falling up and lips falling down your cheeks and into a nearly new place.  a step back to contemplate, and where are we?  a dark hall of want, unmapped and enticing.  i call you to follow me deeper, but there is resistance, such webs of confusion in our path.  exhausted, we collapse into a pile of sensation, hands and mouths.

this time it is love, a hesitant love but a green and vining love.  all you are to me, like friend and brother and partner, there is no right answer between us, only of desire with discomfort, consummation with compromise.  complications are all we know, and even as you reel and shake, i would put myself in your hands.  even as you are overflowing with other, i would spill myself around you.