Flesh to flesh, the collision of two oceans. A migration of bodies. Every mark on you is a constellation to me, a celestial glow near fingertips that can turn me into vaporWhen your heat twines around me. A contrast of...
poem
You've known me for so long through words, unearthing fractions of a person with letters that gently peel away. Do not forget the other side we edge, the raw physicality bloomingbetween our silences that eclipsethe difference within intention and instinct....
There are times when I need to be exempt from your careful touch, from the axis tilting whatever blooms in your heart. Because what you whispered last night was a contract,inked into where no other can reach, I pulled away...
The Story of Us
"Sometimes the greatest story is ours."
Night so thick I cannot see what is right in front of me. You have given me chance upon chance to make it right, and yet I cannot. I cannot love you as you need to be loved, cannot give...
You pulled me away earlier, no words to guide us, only the quick cues of one body leading another into the darkand carefully locking the door. The warmth of your hands cupping my facealmost casts glows throughout the room,through what...
I should already knowwhat will haunt me the most. The tangle of hands clenching, scrunching sheets, lips shaking upon my neck before teeth part skin. It's the silence later, an uneasy afterglow that used to hold usso safe and still. Smoke curling towards the ceiling while...
My hands wander along you, they may seem nomadic at times, but I always roam with purpose, noting what safe harbors you hold. What places rest in shadows and wait for one specific torch to illuminate you entirely from the inside, what chambers patiently ache to...
The Divinity of You
"A poem for the flower of youth..."
I come to sing a song to youO my sweetest flower You are a SnowdropIn the Spring of youth The dew still fresh upon your flower Open your petals to me, my loveAs to the rising sunSo I may breathe...
Stay just out of reach or fully contoured to me, I'll want you the same, but with different aches. I may never know more than what your skin chooses to tell. And you may not yet know this distance, the inklings of what you cannot...
I can ripple through one season but never touch the others,keep their curious shapes as indescribable strangers once the snow begins to melt.You must never let them cling to me,they would be surrogates to you that I may never be...