than what words may promise,
you need me to be even closer
and remind you why my name
is the only one on your sealed lips.
I read the pitch and pulse,
stop handing me signs,
stop handing me lights,
I can see what you are
in the dark just fine.
Lips a bow of gentle pink flesh,
pressing mine to them softly,
the parting unfolds everything in me,
desire’s wrenching turbulence
finally stilled with just a slow kiss.
Sometimes you need to see more from me,
more than just a quiet sentinel
guarding you night after night,
more than a lantern’s faint glow
traveling along the heart’s infinite channels.
You need me to be even closer,
to be the tide urgently
rushing over territory,
to remind you that I am lightning
charging though your veins.
I read the terrain and pulse
and see what you are when
you begin to unravel.
More than just hot breath against your neck,
more than just a clue to bind and decode,
you need me to read through the dark
and seize the shimmering flecks in your eyes,
to be able to reach out for you long after
all other lights have been extinguished.
Body a gentle, smooth silk plane
pressed against my curious skin,
the parting unfolds everything in me,
stills a turbulence with the sound
of my name trespassing through your lips.
Sometimes you need more from me
than messages hidden between the lines,
you need me so close that your pulse
is a conduit entirely wrapped around me,
an infinite channel whispering to my being
when you take me in the dark.
You don’t need to hand me any lights,
I know exactly who you are
and that sometimes you need me
to remind you why name
is the only one on your lips.
