soft lanterns to lead us through the dark
to embraces that could hum in our veins,
they’re really tiny oceans and rivers
and you hold full sway over the tides.
It scares me to think that
such complexity exists in us,
that we can find one another,
navigate a light I’m still trying
to understand before
vanishing into the ether.
I wonder if it’s enough to be so close,
knowing who is really beneath your skin,
what I really become to be quietly
tucked away in the folds of your heart
As fingers part and caress the softest textures,
the nameless fibers and invisible tissues
that began as nothing more than a small bridge
before we’re enveloped in one’s essence
Until your heat is a raw element
that merges with me before we even touch,
unwrapping layers to contour around
where my blood surges to,
around the nocturnes I utter
that become your name.
The sound is a beautiful song note
to embrace in the dark,
but never whole unless joined
by every key you hold sway over.
It scares me to think that
I may only know those textures
when they climb and fill chambers
that have been too lonely this season.
I wonder if it’s enough to be so close
to what really thrums beneath your skin,
knowing I’ve always spoken better
through numbers and layered codes
to reach the deepest folds in your heart.
Each one is a soft little incantation,
whispered until your heat
is the only presence that radiates
through me before we unravel
to find where our true needs surge.
Even if it scares me to think that
we can find and navigate one another
but never know if it’s truly enough
to bridge us between here
And wherever we drift to
after vanishing into the ether.
