I can taste so much in your skin,
the faint sweetness in the dusk wind,
the tears you’ve shed in secret,
a memory of soft earth and honeysuckle
and your natural mysterious nectar.
The fleshy pearl beckoning,
already swollen with anticipation
just from the heat of an exhaled breath,
nerves forever tuned to my quiet proximity.
You had to have known then
how much I wanted you.
Such feral warmth answers
with a glistening slit parting,
the first tremble grips before
a needy tongue’s tip meets
to taste a pulsing epicenter of bliss.
And that’s when I know that I crave it all,
that I want you far beyond the dark.
To be opened and vulnerable,
made whole when completely enjoined,
moving to the most ancient rhythm,
the dance that was once all fury and motion
comes to mean so much more inside of you.
A pang too familiar to hold or name
but more than enough to covet.
You must have known then
the way I ached for you.
I want you when heated rain pours
and the beads seem to violently break
to cover your skin in shimmering summer
in a way that I never could,
that taking is more quiet in its proximity
and known in the air while beneath the flesh
we’ll feel vibrations the coming thunder.
I want you in winter when you are
just a silhouette near firelight,
when stars wheel across the sky
and we pretend to reach out with
fingertips as if to touch that
slowly moving distant rainbow,
the unknowable kalediscope
of celestial lights achingly beautiful
but always impossible to hold.
We just wanted to know for once
what it would be like to graze
against some glow beyond ourselves,
some promise beyond the dark.
I want you to remember
what it’s like to be claimed,
to be so open and vulnerable
and know there’s so much more
than just our pure fury and motion,
the binding bliss that begins to bloom
within the epicenter of our release.
And when you speak it’s always softly here,
a beautiful humming in mutual afterglow
and if I listen closely enough to
the livewires calming in your body,
it used to become something else.
A pang too deep to hold or name
but familiar enough to forever covet.
I can hear so much in your skin.
You must have known
how I needed you then.
