The wind moved through us before bodies
speak in the most human language,
your hand clasps mine and we watch
leaves funnel into the darkness,
the faint starlight has yet to reach us.
And you draw the map that
may as well be carved for
the last time that my hands
gather on your body.
We will always get to keep that.
The moment where we breathe
the night and each other in,
your name broke through the mist,
skin luminous with need that the heart
has hoarded away for far too long.
Nothing can be touched in
innocence again from here,
such aches leave trails
too sacred to cross alone.
I still want to follow you into the dark.
And something is always born from that pain,
the deep pang you cannot seem to name,
to just claim and completely devour,
where desire carves love into being,
where the flame is at first an alien flare
before the glow becomes something familiar
and we finally see the other for who they really are.
I’m drawn back to the tiny details.
The hum of your car on the night road,
the most subtle smile curving full lips,
and the momentary sadness felt
because it seemed like a secret,
echoes of a life you move through
that I may never be a part of.
The wind moved through us,
your name tore through the mist
to speak into a last kiss,
so soft and tentative,
restraint running so deep
but also implying possession.
And you draw me to the pure fluency
in how my hand gather on your body,
such moments seem to pulse,
to ripple and survive in ways
we may never come to understand.
We will always get keep that.
I’m drawn back to the bed
that I now call ours.
The heat from your skin will ebb away,
our mingled scents will soon evaporate,
all your whispers will be a ghostly melody,
a gentle coda to tightly cling to.
Soon enough the moon’s ancient silver
glows through the windows to accentuate
the outline your body left as evidence,
this shape almost too sacred to touch,
I dare not disturb it yet.
The wind moved through me
and wherever you are now,
so soft but also implying possession,
this was at least a sweet way to part,
to simply remember what can and has blossomed.
To finally know what you really are.
I would still follow you into the dark.
