no myth to be carved into stone.
I’ll feel you everywhere I go.
It’s like your name is carried on
through an early December wind,
spelled out through scattered leaves,
the invisible hearth continuous,
flaring and refusing to acknowledge the cold.
It’s like remembering a kiss in the rain,
all but the meeting of lips washed away
as furious beads of water drum the earth,
there is no thunder to be heard then.
Only that which booms in your heart.
I see everything in and through your eyes,
the lush wintergreen painting autumn,
the ocean’s bright cobalt canvas,
all the nights we once spent alone,
eclipsed by our own lonely white noise.
There is no premeditation to you,
no darkness that I will let go
undiscovered by my touch,
no corner of your being
that I could forget to
completely enfold with mine.
You’ll feel me wherever you go.
It’s like my name is carried on
through the first breeze grazing
your smooth, slowly exposed skin,
it’s like fingertips gently tracing
the glistening bud amidst opened petals.
There is no cry or gasp quite yet,
only that which screams in your heart.
I’ll know everything inside of you,
touch you where words and gestures
are finally eclipsed by a continuous hearth
roaring in the tongue we’ve created together.
I’ll feel everything inside of you,
depths covered with fiery essence
helplessly released in our most
vulnerable of moments locked together.
There is never any premeditation to you,
no secret that could turn me away,
I’ll make them my own like a kiss in the rain,
like the final clench before releasing,
all but the meeting of bodies washed away.
I’ll keep you with me wherever I go.
