we opened like strange flowers,
the moments after
are pure, even fragile.
Something that almost betrays
the seemingly ceaseless
frenzy from before.
It’s only love,
this new stillness,
this cloudburst of things
too swollen to remain contained.
To breathe you in,
a pheromone haze
guided by impulse’s velocity,
that same attraction becomes
nearly motionless bodies now.
Beneath our visible architecture,
details like the way clothes mold
perfectly to your form,
how your hair effortlessly glimmers
in the moon’s pale silver glow,
how one giggle becomes a melody
I hear countless complex notes in….
I’m drawn to what’s beneath,
the vast, interconnected lattice
of all the elements shaping you.
And now we’ve opened
like strange flowers,
slowly, uncertain at first
of what would bloom.
I cannot resist your warm breath
exhaling across our entwined limbs,
I am drugged from how you curve
perfectly to me as we spoon.
You roll away for just a moment,
and that fragile thing I spoke of
that can break before we even
take note of the first cracks,
threatens to haunt this bed.
This would’ve signified indifference,
rehearsed choreography used
to gently flee from me.
It’s only love, though,
as you return and drape
a blanket over us to
contain our shared heat.
To breathe you in,
an afterglow’s pheromone,
velocity slowed down until
we’re virtually motionless,
I’m pulled even closer to
knowing what shapes your heart.
I’m drawn to the countless complex
notes laced around your voice,
sleepy and faint in my arms,
this new stillness that almost
betrays the seemingly ceaseless
storm that we stirred here.
It’s only love,
the unique explosions
preceding this calm,
this cloudburst of things
too pure to know alone.
After we open up
like curious, strange flowers,
beneath the architecture
of so many intimate details…
To breathe you in now
is what I’ll remember best.
