It’s no wonder that the bow
is almost shaped as a heart,
or a pair of lips so taut
from the ache in anticipation.
This should be obvious by now,
our skin animated from contact,
a silent contract that survives
past what bodies remember.
I’ll touch you and that lives
in a moment I can’t fully grasp,
I can only recount certain frames.
You’ll pour through the words,
touching each one as if they’re flesh,
searching more for what isn’t said.
I’ll eventually say your eyes were nocturnal,
all things shimmering in the deep dark night,
but that glimpse offers no true legacy,
just a lingering trail to follow
of pheromones and pulsing synapses.
Just a flowing core sated
as we braided into one.
And it’s no wonder that the bow
is almost like a cautious heart
or a pair of lips left dripping
with an explosive release.
We fail to see the arrow flung
silently towards where we hurt the most,
this should be more than obvious by now
when we were animated from contact,
the silent contract that lives
beyond what the body can recall.
I’ll feel you and that lives
in a time I can’t quite understand,
I can only cling to a few snapshots.
I’ll confess about how your eyes seemed
ready to flare into blinding rainbows,
how you would lie beside me and slowly bloom open,
all things mysterious calling out from within,
the true universe swelling and contracting
at even the faintest tease of my fingertips.
I’ll remember how even though we were vague
shapes learning to coil into each other,
there was an ancient dance taking place,
something to prove us as more than
a collection of cells and pheromones,
it’s desire without words ceaselessly
ringing a mutual note in the soul.
But I don’t know which detail
would be able to reach you now,
which one would cut the deepest
when you touch the words
as if they’re a living skin,
searching more for what isn’t said.
Just remember when I told you
it’s no wonder that the bow
can bend almost like a heart
or a pair of lips still glazed,
still throbbing from the ferocity
of the last kiss we can still taste.
This should be obvious by now.
Just every detail that marks beyond
what we think the heart will recall.
