Sand Pieces

Here I am silent
Lost in the Landscape of Thought again
Fingering the puzzle pieces I struggle to put together
But the sun, blazing above me, temporarily blinds me
Heating the hardened black pitch on which I work
Unable to stand the heat, the struggle, the confusion
I flee towards the shore
I hit the cool of the sand
And search longingly for my diversion
But all I see is miles and miles of cool untainted sands
Footsteps already smoothed over, forgotten about
A body of water whose waves lap the shore in perfect precision and unison
I slump into the sand and try to be grateful
For this peace
I close my eyes and allow the well-trained waves
To lull me into a secure sleep
A slight breeze crawls into my hair
And I part my lids dreamily and notice
A gathering of embers beside me
Memories of your footsteps on this shore come crashing forward
Though your steps were never deep
I protected what little I had from extinction as well as I could
All it takes is a slight breeze to coax the fire within the embers to grow
I feel the fire grow inside me as
I see myself caught in your eyes
Lost in your perception
I blush, I smile, I long for you
I find an excuse, any excuse
To be close to you
To run my fingers through your thick, dark hair
To imagine gripping it, pulling just enough to set your scalp on fire
As you deliver pleasure unto me
The fire grows on my shore
As I fall into your moments of weakness
I waited so eagerly for these moments
I’m enveloped in this fire
Remembering the way my skin tingled
As I anticipated your touch
Your arms slide around me
Pulling me into the place I so long to be
Your warmth frees me from the frigidness of complex thought
I breathe in quick and deep as I feel the
Surprise of your icy fingertips
Grace my soft warm thighs
The shock of your sudden delightful roughness
As you grab one of my rounded breasts
And feel the sharp protrusion of my nipple
Yet another sign of my eagerness for this
The fire enters my skin as I recall your kiss
The soft mastery that you have leaving me a joyful servant
Your tongue sliding through my lips to tease mine
A cat and mouse game where both long to be caught
Your fingers entangled in my messy hair
As you talk to me
Tell me no
Speaking of entirely too complex and mature things
As guilt and regret
But dizzy with desire, it doesn’t translate well
When lying here on my cool shores on fire
Burning through and through
As I collect these pieces of you
Pieces which are never enough
But pieces that will have to do.