for a moment I forget everything,
the black coal of the night sky,
the silence that comes close to caving you in.
Even though I may take time to speak,
the dialogue I create between us
may not always be with words.
You’ll know I love you in our most quiet
still flashes of brief touches,
the crushing moments where unanswered aches
finally reach out for one another and I’m consumed
by all of what constructs your being.
The wind grazed your hair,
for a moment I’m frozen by the window,
by the scent of your skin and the
glass of wine in your hand,
softly carried over for me to inhale.
They are like living signals
that get close and seep inside.
And even though I may take time to get near you,
the dialogue you’ll shape between us
is barely communicated through words.
I know you’ll love me in our most fevered touches
charging through this stillness,
the crushing flashes where your eyes electrify,
where your legs yield and part,
your hand reaching out and pulling me closer
to answer our aches as one.
And I’m consumed by the smooth pale territories
that construct your entire being,
the throbs along and inside you,
each are a tiny storm of our making.
The electricity shooting between and through us,
the slick fires that glide and crash together
to bring us closer to our eruptions.
They are like entities singing
and reaching for one another.
We may take time to finally speak
in the heated cocoons of our bed and blankets,
our names will seal together
in a kiss during our release.
You’ll know I love you in the crushing
moments as we waited,
during our primal joining,
and in the stillness after
When our dialogue is spoken with our
naked sleeping forms holding one another close.
