close behind

The Shins//Sea Legs

please forgive me if this is too forward
but you seem like the type of girl that
doesn’t scare from the challenges
laid at your intersection, so I’ll
dispense with the imagery:
I am going to fuck you.

Not make love, or lay with you
or have sex, or get it on,
or the horizontal mambo or
naked calisthenics, or anything
else that those scared of fucking
call it:
I am going to fuck you.
And you me.

It is the softness you need mixed
with the roughness you want.
swallowing us in a sweaty ocean of
my limbs, your essence, and our
roar like the six seconds prior
to a hurricane that is heated by
the sun beyond points of tearing
asunder every notion of passion
we wrote all those years ago
when experimenting with lust.

you say that the distance is definition
but the first plane south has your name
on it with a bullet
and I
ignite like an afterburner.
all that you  need to hear is a knock on the
door and your back melting to the floor.
Beds are not needed when I am fucking you,
and you me.