Never enough

it's never enough to just touch your hand

it has to be wildly encompassing

it's never good enough to sit in the darkness and talk

it's never enough for us

it's not good enough to call your name in my sleep

dreaming about moonlit walks

it has to be biblically pleasing to your manhood

to make you feel my depth

i reach over to take hold of your fingertips

pondering why they are so callused

not wondering to myself

just how far in they'd go

you're only comfortable with me in the comfort

of the stained silk sheets

i want to hide beneath the folds of the covers

hide from your molesting soul

a year passed tonight before my eyes

like a way capped off with white foam

but the undertow was so strong this afternoon

that it carried up apart forever