To Remember Her By
I.
and she stuck her tongue out,
lasciviously, grinning,
pushing him down into the sand
for spilling his drink on her
earlier
and he had genuinely tried to help her clean up,
following her upstairs to look for towels
and she had found an excuse to ask for his shirt,
leading him through a bedroom doorway,
and she smiled at him as she thanked him for helping
and he watched her undress
as her hair fell loosely
across her bare shoulders,
and she threw both shirts across the room into the corner,
loving that his face gave him away,
and taking his hand, she asked if he would stay
and his eyes told her yes
warm scents of sex and sweat met drunk laughter
and climax after climax of fitted sheets culminating, grasped,
torn from their corners in a writhing tangle of lust and tongues,
and their tattoos danced along their naked bodies
in the low light, while they whispered sweet everythings,
learning who they were together
in the radiance of darkness,
sharing stories, and dreams,
and fears,
soaked, basking in their own vulnerability
sharing nervous excitement,
genuinely afraid that they really meant it.
they wandered through the afterglow to the beach
to blow tradewinds of cannabis clouds
below the waning of darkness and
giving way to first light,
and she stood over him in the sand,
musing for him, wishing he knew,
and he wants so badly
wishing he could tell her,
his lungs full of smoke,
stomach full of gravel,
her eyes gazed intently from his face
and she was certain now he would speak
and he knew she was waiting
and she knew he was thinking
and he knew she was waiting
and she knew he thought about her all the time
and he knew she was waiting
and she thought about him all the time
and he knew she was waiting
and she thought it was fucking adorable
that she made him nervous
and he knew she was waiting
and she moved closer, bending down intentionally,
in silence, running her fingers through his locks,
hoping
and then she listened
and he spoke bravely
parted lips spilled words out onto her soul
and she could not stop smiling,
the surf lapping steadily
to the morning chant
of hungover blunts and new found love
For my partner pierce—
this poem was written
with all of my love,
matt<3
II.
please,
just for me
i need you
from within your candle glass,
to tease lush wet flames
to cry hot wax across my naked skin
freely given bare before you
to pour your thighs over me
stirring hips, soaking
between our legs exhales of ecstasy
roll my eyes back, bind me
blind and burn me
surprise me
hot wax running down
slowly setting in place
hardening for her
becoming her work of art,
marking my skin for days
to remember her by
insane with desire
biting sensually skin becoming flushed
trembling, laughing, blushing in pain for you
needing more to
intensify my heat
to rekindle relentlessly
until I lose all control for you
III.
I am the never ending we, as you are I
please oh my god dance,
dance in me,
burn me
encircled embers
flaming the previous evening’s fire
in the crumbling ashes of sweating embrace
the heat beginning to make us work for it
beautiful glisten and a stifled moan
and she bit his lip, hard
hurt me
the taste of his blood
he is dying of thirst
driving her wild, feral in his lust
his raw knees in the dirt
her elbows bloodied in the sand
sweat like rain drops in the dust
and she cannot wait any longer
with the tearing of clothing
over and over again
take me
Biography
Matt Gerard (he/him) is a poet, social worker, and cannabis advocate in Richmond, Virginia. He aims to capture pivotal moments in the speaker’s life and invoke an empathic response within readers.