I have untold stories
dripping from my tongue,
it used to be too tied,
ineloquently tangled.
Fingertips circle skin,
writing invisible notes,
passed back and forth,
translating the tingles that course
through our every deepest fibre.
It’s not enough for us,
there is more to tell.
We forage near one another
instead of braving the cold alone,
burrowing into raw warmth,
the melting point of two worlds
where souls and bodies fold.
Where I begin to reach out
and undo the countless knots
that once held you safe.
There are deep kisses traveling
the beautiful map of your spine,
hands become warm wisps
whispering as you open.
Lips part as though
there is some secret
you are finally ready to share,
bringing me into a deep center
to push you to the edge.
Your scent draws me home
and stories drip from my tongue.
What was once far too tied
cannot wait to be told now
and knows eloquence when
tangled within you.
It’s not enough for us,
we have to go deeper now.
We find shelter in one another,
blazes licking away the cold,
burrowing into raw warmth,
the melting points of two worlds
where souls and bodies fold.
Where there are waves cresting,
breaking through you inside,
through unseen filaments illuminating,
what was once close to forgotten
whispers and opens again.
Blossoms open as though you are
ready to reveal a deepr story
in the notes we’ve exchanged,
ready to trust me with deep secrets
that can bring us to the true edge.
It all begins with your scent
finally drawing me home
with notes dripping from my tongue.
