Urgent Napkin Poets

Something inside of me
Knows better than to
Second guess the tingles that creep
Up the back of my arms
When you answer the phone
With a hello
Spoken through a smile

You said I’d never have
That rock hard sex-pack
Never be in pages
Showing off faces
Because my bottom ribs
Jut out and give
Shadows to my abs
So bury that hatchet
But my bottom ribs
Jut out like this
Because I’ve a heart soft
But never is lost
I need extra protection
So before I remove
Any ribs for you
I will love my bones
The way that they show
And give my heart home
And join while I go
Hunt for more poems
And leave you alone
To admire your own
Abdomen.

I miss the colors of your bed sheets wrinkled in the bends of you Whenever I lounge around on pajama bottom days
I miss the way your torso hands the conversation
Over to your thighs
Whenever I walk miles with heavy backpacks
In directions that are not toward you
I hear you brushing your teeth in my dreams
But I wake to find myself much further from your bathroom
Than across the hall
Still I throw the backpack to the ground
And stretch my legs
Brush my teeth
And slip into bed
Knowing that every once in a while
I will slip perfectly into your complimentary
Curves and bends
Agreeing with your body
And soak up moments to miss

Roses on the sidewalk
Found late at night
Neatly scattered
With the moon shinning down
To comfort them
I am
I wish to be
I feel like
I know of
Rose petals
On the sidewalk

That sky
That looked as if it would be the same
In any background
Was only realized in a second

Simple us
Simply here
In our simple sheets