whatever you really are,
the truest center,
the barest particle.
I’ve been close before,
but never like this,
where all my secrets are yours
and each one disrobes me,
leaves me naked beyond clothes
just carelessly fluttering to the floor.
You stay beyond the fleeting,
the mystery of contact
after searching past skin,
the heart’s often intangible realm.
I can’t tell you how much that
will always mean to me.
You’re on the cusp of
whatever I really am,
the most naked center,
the barest particle.
I’ve been close before,
but never like this,
where we’ve awakened
what’s been asleep for too long
and are left stripped to the core
for the other to fully absorb.
You’re drawn even closer beyond
the fleeting mystery of contact,
after seeing and touching past skin,
grasping the heart’s often inscrutable puzzles.
I can’t convey what a gift
that will always be to me.
We’re on the cusp of
never being separate,
whether as entities
or these fleeting bodies,
and I want all that you are.
The truest center,
the barest particle.
