Something familiar hangs between us,
a certain palpable charge hinting
at a wealth of untold histories,
a spark that becomes a violent light.
Perhaps too beautiful to last,
too far away to hold,
but I still see all of you,
I still know you in the dark.
You’ll hold on long after we part,
I’ll feel it all over my flesh
like beautiful phantom limbs,
something too sacred to let go of.
A mark will always be left inside.
Maybe we drew far too close
to be able to just stay,
fanned flames endlessly rising
to overtake one another.
We keep going and discover more,
the intangible dark matters of the body,
the way a heart never once hesitated
in the presence of a raw twin frequency.
This may not be enough.
You may not be able
to be what I need right now.
Something familiar breathes between us,
a unique charge that will touch
on a wealth of untold histories,
a spark that becomes a violent light.
Perhaps too raw to last,
too far away to hold,
but I still see all of you,
I still taste you in the dark.
I’ll hold on long after you pull away,
I’ll feel it all over my singed flesh,
like clinging to beautiful starlight
after a celestial collapse,
some glow too sacred to let go of.
A mark will always be left inside.
We keep going and discover more,
the intangible dark matters of the body,
the way a heart never once hesitated
in the presence of a pure twin frequency.
This may not be enough.
I may not be enough to be
what you need right now.
But something familiar quivers between us,
palpable histories I can almost touch,
a charged and relentless presence,
a spark becoming a violent light.
Perhaps too incandescent to last,
too far away to hold on to,
I’ll feel it all over electrified flesh
like cautious and loving phantoms limbs,
something too marked to let go of.
But maybe we drew far too close
to know how to just stay.
