I left my heart in the winter,
burning in our last surrender,
maybe we’ve always been tethered.
When it’s dawn and you can still see stars
hiding in the sky’s vast tapestry,
when your legs unlock from me,
blood still racing beneath scorched skin.
Following you into the dark,
the deep folds you liquify me with,
it’s the most ancient of movements,
this surge into fathomless tides.
Each time I believe we’ll never be any closer,
each time I flood beyond your boundaries,
the spread bloom of these bodies,
of colors merging again into pure radiance.
The cold nights are now warm,
I left my heart with winter,
burning in our last surrender,
maybe we’ve always been tied together.
When it’s dawn and you can still see rainbows
exploding across the motionless sky,
when your legs unlock from me,
arms still clasped in shared shudders.
Following you again into the dark,
into the tender silken soft center,
it’s the most ancient tongue
speaking from fathomless tides.
Each time I believe we’ll never be any closer,
that I can forever trace along you,
pierce this quivering entrance,
the mystery men long to conquer
but rarely ever understand.
The cold nights know fire,
whether we left our hearts with winter
or twine again in the summer,
something always ties us together.
