You seem to be looking for the familiar.
There’s so much I want to tell you.
I can’t describe how I first entered
this frenzied torrent of open thighs
and hands clasping together as if we
knew the ache of the unknown
always waiting to be reached.
But I want to tell you it’s lightning
through my veins when we release,
ion furies I will never understand,
that your nectar is a perfume taking me
throughout all things painful and sweet.
But our bodies knew
everything before we did.
You looked at me like
you finally came home.
I wanted to know what you saw there,
what communed with you so deeply
in the fever pitch that we shared,
but it’s for the best to leave this unsaid
because you don’t need to understand me entirely,
how you’ve reached for me in the dark is more
than proof enough that we should keep some mystery.
We’ll just be flesh refusing to relinquish
this heat held in the slow comedown,
we’re more naked than ever
in the stillness that comes after
and you seem to be looking for the familiar.
There’s still so much I want to tell you.
I can’t tell you how I cracked with gratitude when
you already pulled back the darkness in me
and I loved you even harder for never flinching,
it was the first time that someone felt
safe enough to me to know my entirety.
Sometimes the mystery is just beautiful
and doesn’t need to be touched or whispered of,
we break too many things when we rip those
enigmas open with loving but careless hands.
Our hearts will know
everything before we do.
It’s the ache of the unknown
that we have now breached.
We’re more naked now than ever when
your eyes look for the familiar
and seem to say what matters most.
You looked at me like
you were finally home.
