And we’re so alike, yet so different,
a single language in separate bodies
freighted with endless meanings,
you whispered those and other sacred words
to me where no one can ever reach.
Whatever happens between us
after the rush of making love,
my protective touch always
searching out your core,
your anima will haunt mine.
Fingertips moving towards the fiery inlet
opening between your secretive legs,
I can only breathe you in tonight,
lips frozen in a beautiful dark circle
where disquiet and love form together,
where you are the most naked.
And we’re so alike, yet so different,
I held you and watched a late summer horizon
move into the lonely winter’s heavy shadow
where we could always move openly together.
Where the gravity in your embrace
could press something beyond a heart,
maybe the substance of a soul
imprinted into your delicate bones.
Where the swirl of a tongue carefully moves
like a flourish of mysterious calligraphy
learning to write an endless narrative around
the freckles and marks that live in your skin.
Whatever happens between us
in the afterglow of making love,
everything rendered soft and vulnerable,
the insatiate current still thrumming around
where I am still kept deep inside of you,
your anima will forever haunt mine.
Face carefully cupped in soft palms,
brought to the rhythm surging in your chest,
I can hear nothing but your heart beating
and silently whisper that the meter is perfect.
And we’re so alike, yet so different,
even though you never heard the words,
I was able to finally tell you everything
while lost in the sensation of your every border,
a smile formed as my breath fluttered along skin,
where grief and love wrapped together,
where we become the most naked.
Whatever will become of you and I,
you pressed through something beyond a heart,
something too sacred for me to describe,
maybe the mysterious substance of the anima,
where you will forever come to haunt me.
