Weather Poem 16 - Right and Wrong

Everyone mentions the weather I want you to remember me I want to read to you walk with you teach you to stand up straight when we hug Kiss every square millimeter of your skin, make you come so hard You're hanging from the moon by your toes Watch my lips outline a photograph a story whisper your eyes into sleep If you want me I will wait a day a month a year until You lie down and let me lie with you But if you cannot envision the lines between us blurred kissing breathless wet with raindrops Tell me to go stand as you do eyes downcast Lips pulled tight clenched as if to open them would break my grin I have been broken before by lips curled more cruelly than yours Unleash your tongue words will not tear me Open the gates to your fear with all its jagged teeth If this is goodbye I will not lose my consciousness of the second hand winding its path from three to nine From now until the next thousand miles