My Own Little Lullaby

I miss the sound of your breath as it drew in sharply in frustration
The lull of your heartbeat gently pressing on my palm
I miss the sweet smell of pressing my face into your neck
You’re like an ocean wave consuming me whole
Slowly pressing yourself on me and finding every hidden place
You’ve flooded my mind and I’m sitting on this melancholy beach
Cold and alone spitting up water trying to catch my breath
You’re like the sand
Stuck between my toes, in my hair, in my teeth
No shower can get you off my skin
You’re that tangy soda pop that parches my hot anticipating tongue
The perfect relief when the sun won’t stop beating down
I’ve got you clenched between my teeth
I’m a cannibal hungry for your delicious flesh
You keep me up at night, staring at the ceiling listening to my stomach growling
Because nothing can banish my famine as well as you
I keep hoping you’ll call just to hear my voice
To sing me to sleep so these nightmares would leave
I don’t like feeling that I’ll wake up and you’ll turn out to be a dream
If you’re not with me, I’m afraid you don’t exist
People constantly tell me I’m insane, how is this different?
I don’t like being petrified at the idea that I’m nothing special
I despise worrying
I want to give you my late night
Lack of sleep pushes me into a distant, saddened daze
But I’d do anything for you
I want to make you anything that will come across as sweet on your fine lips
So you’ll see that I too am delightful and sugary
I’d manipulate every word and every star
Just to find the perfect way to say
Since you came into my life, you completely colored the gray
Which is kind of funny because you’re an artist
Not an I’m laughing funny but a romantic irony
You’re the perfect work of art, unlike any other
A hazy portrait unable to decipher
The mystery makes me such a patron that I stare constantly
You’ve long fingers that consume my hands
And a sweet, subtle composition
The way you taste
The way you hold me close
As if you’d never let the world hold me
You found that perfect spot to grab on to my hip and manipulate me
And I find comfort in being a damsel at your leisure
Maybe that’s just me seeing things that aren’t really there, as if I were some psychic who knows it all
But the flame in my belly beneath your hand, begs to disagree
When you stare at me with your large brown, puppy dog eyes
And kiss me slowly as if for us, there is all the time in the world
My atmosphere slowly melts away into a haze, into a daze, like heaven has formed around me
In mere seconds I miss you, standing pressed against your chest, I miss you
There is no way it seems to be close enough for comfort
What I’ve had trouble speaking that comes out as a stutter or a stupid b-b-b-bye
Is that I always hated the l-word and pretending it meant something
But now it does and darling, I love you.