Vapor

Side saddle I ride you and I have not moved an inch.

Side saddle I ride you atop your heaving back.

I want a whimper but I get a sigh.

I am ghost and fantasy for if you knew I were here

You’d be left sweaty

You’re face down and sleeping.

Laying above you and off to your left

I am wondering what your shoulder feels like under tongue

Why you choose to remain there is part of your perpetual stumbles.

Your deliberate pain tired me to only coach you out of love

which you accepted with a magnitude great enough to make you feel complete.

Epiphany, you choke on your wonder

You sprang to your feet

Spellbound you feel heady.

While I fantasy you and leave vapor