a delicate dance of surrender,
the unlatched door we race to seize.
The quivering need pulses across time,
across maps to reach where I lie,
where I jealously keep you to myself,
the fume to surround this being,
all of this aching want for you.
All of the ways I would take
you play as feverish reels,
secret snapshots of you
pressed up against a wall
The thin layers that separate us,
torn off and fluttering to the floor,
the nectar that coats pumping fingers,
the only perfume overtaking the room’s air.
We both knew it would come to this,
that nothing would stand between us.
Maybe you were unaware until now
that I’ve charted you like a constellation,
the precise fires framing my sky,
noting every flare and swell.
I have to mark such unique designs,
cling to the shapes and contour around
everything that can undo you
As bodies succumb to a dark rush,
a patient dance that has seized us
with its irrevocable clasping sway.
The overwhelming need pulses across us,
across your neck craning for hungry lips,
where the blood that beats beneath
is a spreading blaze I cannot contain,
but want to keep jealously to myself
All the ways I could take you,
the flawless blossom feverish
with fragrant dripping want,
petals carefully coaxed open.
Layers that flutter and separate
to pull me into your fiery walls,
the perfumed nectar overtaking me
with your every breath and clench.
We both knew it would come to this,
that nothing would stand between us.
Maybe I was unaware until now
that you’ve memorized me like a song,
pulled every precise note from my lungs
to pluck the most intricate chords.
You know how to mark such designs,
throb into the veins of the hollow
that can entirely undo me.
As bodies succumb to a dark rush,
racing to seize these feverish fumes
when nothing can stand between us,
when we keep one another
jealously to ourselves.
