the dark that slips through
and sleeps embedded within,
turn the pitch of that lustful cry
to match the sound of my name.
I won’t dance around the subject,
an animal in me tenses when you near,
you can feel it crackling through the air,
the small spaces between us,
every particle charged and tingling.
One touch could set us off
but could never be enough
to satisfy this hunger,
it has to be a ravaging storm.
Like faint thunder rumbling
in the unseen distance,
your heart pounds as I enter,
pierce supple flesh yearning
to be known in every way.
The bellow trembles
through our bones,
where there are things
you have yet to uncover.
You’re just like me.
Bodies simply colliding,
rushing through one another
like a dangerously potent opiate,
could never be enough to last.
The intensity would sear
through far too much.
I want all that makes you,
the stories that skin tell,
the lines on your face
that speak a unique language,
detail where you have been
and what steered you to me.
Paint your shadows with me now,
the dark that slips through
and quietly breathes within,
turn the pitch of that lustful cry
to match the sound of my name.
I won’t dance around the subject,
all of my instincts flare and sharpen
to a pinpoint as soon as you near,
you can feel me charging through
every particle between us.
One touch could mend every gulf
our flesh has ever known,
one touch could remind me
of the storm that you become.
Like thunder roaring through
the distance we have closed,
your heart pounds as a warning,
to pierce you as no one else has.
The bellow trembles,
shakes our bones,
the conduits singing
beneath our aches,
where there are things
you have yet to uncover.
You’re just like me.
Bodies simply crashing
and ravaging one another
only quiets us for so long.
The intensity would sear through
the dark but create no illumination.
I want everything that makes you,
the history that is told on your skin,
your eyes stilling me and circling
like oceans around the earth,
each shimmer detailing where
you have been and what binds us.
Paint your shadows with me now,
the dark that slips through
and becomes a warm light
when your pitch forms my name.
