"A rewrite of a much older poem"
I knew the shape of your face as well as my own, but true contact marks us deeper than skin, beyond flesh and vapor into the ether,realizing that we can never go backto a world's beautiful axis without being suspended inside its crippling...
Summer songs trespass from her lipsand the words glow inside meas we yearn and search for frictionbut we were looking for miracles,something that can pulse beyond skin.And ecstasy will still burst,will roar between us,frames shuddering in the night.Summer songs trespass...
The mark will live on through these bodies,we're already disappearing into one another,it enters quietly and in that deep silenceyou're like a nocturnal flower blooming unseen,its wet shivery petals exposed in the moonlightas proof that all beautiful things eventually part.I...
I was already unfolding before your hand took mine,and we had so many questionsabout words that only soulmatesshould impart through the mistwhen knowing there has to beso much more to you.I was already moving through you by then,that already belonged to...
You measured more than a heartand soon found me wanting.But last night was so different.When we were far past the slow dancethat would lead us to this dim room. Your hand wrapped around me,it was like fiery rivers buriedand rushing beneath...
A radiance touches your skinand I can read everything nowas simple as words on a page,I was missing the point.Seeking to mine answers fromthat which shouldn't be understood.I could've broken you to know more,trespassed through the sacred,pressed far beyond the...
The wind moved through us before bodiesspeak in the most human language,your hand clasps mine and we watchleaves funnel into the darkness,the faint starlight has yet to reach us.And you draw the map thatmay as well be carved forthe last...
I wanted to write about it hours later, how your kiss still burning on my lipsis proof of some invisible connective tissuetethering us no matter where we go.I wanted to write about the throaty raspemitting from the curve of your throatas...
I'll give up the ghost soon enough.But right now you still taste like wineand too many sweetnesses I cannot name.It was the last time that starswere radiating in your eyes,ghostly flares like a hearth glowingas this engine sped us through...
As we drove away from the movie theater, your hand slipped into mine. So comfortable, so frighteningly familiar. You mention where you want to go and squeeze my hand. I navigate our city and where I used to only see...