Poetry..#10..

I want to hear your breath,

the slow and steady rhythm

and rise and fall

and fall and rise

as it rocks me to sleep

and I want to see your eyes

open on at a time

to the brightness

of new mornings.

I want to know what your skin

feels like after three days

of traveling and no bother

of a shower because what

we see is more and worth

more than how we feel.

I want to hold your hand

and feel the squeeze when you

are absolutely terrified.

I want to see your smile

when you are worn out from

making love to me and I want

to carry your limp arms

into the shower to let

the warmth soothe us

back to life.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#9..

We are made of passion. We are made of the half-lid glance out of the eyes glazed over. We are the long sigh when the weight of one rests on the chest of the other after the exhaustion of intimacy collapses arms. We are the foreheads slowly touching and the shaking arms cradling and the quiet reach of a strong hand to bring lips closer and kisses deeper and whispers sweeter. We are the emotion that has never fit inside either of us and never will.

We are the crumpled sheets and pillows fallen to the floor.

The hair disheveled and the out-paced breath and the quivering skin that follows.

We are the passion.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#8..

We

are the only

people I have ever

known

that can

make love

from across

a

crowded room.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#7..

When my arms

wrap around you

can you feel

my fingers

clinging

to the fabric

of your clothes?

"You hug me

like I might blow

away,"

you whispered,

but all the fabric

wrapped in all my

fingers was not to

keep you here,

but to go with you

when you did.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#6..

Amazing how manageable life can feel with the only one blanket and the right two arms.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#5..

Come here

and take off your clothes

and with them

every single worry

you have ever carried.

My fingertips on your back

will be the very last thing

you will feel

before sleeping

and the sound of my smile

will be the alarm clock

to your morning ears.

Come here

and take off your clothes

and with them

the weight of every yesterday

that snuck atop your shoulders

and declared them home.

My whispers will be the soundtrack

to your secret dreams

and my hand

the anchor to the life

you will open tour eyes to.

Come here

and take off your clothes.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#4..

I'm there, still, waiting, still. There beneath the water's surface, there above the mountain's peak. I'm there, still, hoping, still. There in the colors that bleed through the leaves, there in the blue that comes before black does. I'm there, still, come back to me.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#3..

Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#2..

I will miss you always, even in the moments when you are right beside me.

Time apart has planted longing inside me and I do not think it is a weed

that will ever stop growing.

It will always live there, but my god

it grows the most spectacular flowers.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

Poetry..#1..

What if all we have ever wanted isn't hiding in some secret and faraway dream but inside of us now as we breathe one another and find home in the way our arms always seem to fit perfectly around the spaces between us?

What if we are the answer and love was the question?

What if all this time it was us you were supposed to find?

I am filled with wonderings questions and doubt but one thing I am certain: it will always be you that gives flight to the butterfiles inside me, calm to the sea I have become and hope to the darkness all around us.

It is you and it has always been you...

you.

You that soothes and excites and spreads joy like rainfall on the already damp earth; You that pulled me from the longest sleep and kissed my tired eyelids awake.

If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson