the vague shape of a face swimming
against a dream’s haze,
an apparition breathing fog onto glass,
scrawling names into the condensation.
I’ve heard you for many years now,
speaking between the dreamscapes I slip through,
hands drifting closer to break through
the smoke and cover my own.
I’ve felt something nameless and without shape for so long,
slivers of a aura beautiful piercing the sprawling dark skies,
some overwhelming pull I’ve yet to entirely understand
or know the invisible tide of.
I cannot stop following your steps here
or chose to not pull the air still perfumed
with your presence into my lungs.
And if your lips find me,
we’ll tangle like coiling vines,
souls rooted to the light of one another.
You’ve been standing at the edges of all I’ve wanted,
the vague shape of a body rippling along every helpless desire,
moving through foggy apparitions to swim near your body.
I’ve felt you for many years now,
calling for me between the dark places you slipped through,
hands immediately warmed with my feverish skin,
with my tongue trailing closer
and entering soft velvety folds,
your shivering moan mirroring my own.
I’ve tasted this sweet musk and shape in my dreams,
before gently slipping deep inside,
an overwhelming pull that grips
and squeezes when meeting
to build the swelling tide that nears.
I cannot stop discovering every crevice,
every fold along and inside you,
or choose to not let you take me with the same hunger.
And now that you’re body has found me,
we’ll tangle like coiling vines,
bodies rooted to the heat and love of one another.
