the links that chain us speak
and scream through my bones.
With bodies strewn across the bed,
the course to you is perfect and immediate
when your hand grasps mine,
when I touch your face
the meeting is infinite,
the heat blooming is unstoppable.
Nearly blinding and flashing us out of existence
with the lights we’ve sparked,
the room settles and only your figure remains,
it’s the center, has become gravity and the universe to me.
I will follow without question the fabrics,
the luminous trails made in the above
that could never before cradle life,
only watch what time strips from us.
And while this passage sews together and splits our flesh
from the earth’s mysterious depths,
your bones hum with my voice calling out for you,
because the links that chain us
do not know time’s immensity.
Only that the distance between
these bodies must close.
The course to you is perfect and immediate,
the union’s pull unstoppable,
this joining and aching fluid rhythm blinds,
consumes our existence with the entrance
I fill as the room heats with us,
only your figure remains,
it’s the center, has become
all breath and life.
I will follow without question the
path nails make along our backs,
the sliding and writhing dance made
where life forms and locks time away from us.
And while this passage merges and floods
every chamber of us with ecstasy,
from your mysterious depths
my bones will cry out for you,
because the links that chain us do
not know silence’s immeasurable lonely sprawl,
yet knows that the distance between these bodies must close.
The course to you is perfect and immediate,
I will follow without question.
