Cystalline eyes
What simple devotion it is
to keep mine so locked
in the beautiful orbs of yours.
To see what once endlessly raged
finally near a blissful calm
and know this is no place to end,
but the perfect place to start.
And a quick flash from before,
you writhing on top of me
as if some fury could be expelled
the deeper I was driven into you.
You would never tell me,
only whispering to hold on,
to stay buried inside
and to never let go.
Velvet kiss
What human desire pulls us to
needing this taste of another,
if only for a moment.
To know that first trespass
beyond your lips will take
us into an endless labyrinth,
I never knew how much
I was yearning for until then.
And I still hold the memory of your face,
aglow against the gathering winter darkness,
the most tender of silhouettes remaining
long after the phantom caresses
that pressed me so close to your racing heart.
I never said how iridescent your eyes became,
all colors and possibilities looping
in the infinite universe you somehow contained,
I should have told you that before.
Smooth skin
What careless things we do
when we ache this way
and just need one another.
To touch what helplessly rippled beneath
attentive fingertips and tongues,
to swim between and through
and back to ourselves again,
to know the body will never be
where anyone ever truly ends.
And to remember before
the visceral explosion of us,
all things physical that will
inevitably vanish into the ether
but stay with us as a haunting thrum.
I never said that I knew myself
best when held tightly inside you,
only whispering to hold on,
to never let me go.
This is no place to end.
This is where we should start.
