Ripening

Your apricot skin and cherry lips ripen under my summer hot gaze that drags your length, leaving dewdrop footprints in its wake. My fingers tremble, skin tingling as my hands spread open to hug your curves, and mold you like clay that I would harden to my side to make you stay. I want to envelop you like dough, knead you apart until you and I are inseparable, our edges unknown. I watch your breathing push the sheets like I would push your boundaries. Your heartbeat dances beneath your flesh, a wayward hummingbird I am ready to catch should it break free and take flight. Your eyelids flutter, two butterflies as you slowly awaken to see my plans burning in my fire-bitten eyes who long for more, always more I wish I could be… But your eyes are ice, and your skin has shrunk away from my touch, shriveled, over-ripened flesh from too much heat from these blazing suns. Loose skin clinging to your naked core, I would still take you just as you are, but a cool breeze freezes droplets of humid sweat in their tracks as you turn away and walk for the door leaving me here alone to marinate in your leftover juices, wanting more.