You don't need to say it all yet,tell me what you find there now.When I sharply inhale your name,fold it deep into the lungs,the heart's unique signature,until the letters are a chantgrowing far beyond itself.With skin as soft as moonlight, bones...
twin flame
You wore the moonlight like a secret,a closely guarded confession to bloom against your skin.I was too afraid to touch then,already not knowing how to let gobefore this dangerous rubicon of contact where our hands meet.Even then, I was alreadyclinging too jealously.But...
You touch me and it's like a memorythat I have yet to make,a nostalgia I should not yet know.There was a word for this,something that encapsulated an entire history that may beimpossible to write about.I can feel it before your hand...
It's no wonder that the bowis almost shaped as a heart,or a pair of lips so tautfrom the ache in anticipation.This should be obvious by now,our skin animated from contact,a silent contract that survivespast what bodies remember.I'll touch you and...
I do not burn among the flames.Where even the slightest proximityengulfed me in the everlasting blaze,where the heat sank through to bone,the soft and delicate marrow,to the anima that drives us all...I knew of true fire elsewhere,the purest form of...
The dark language our bodies have learnedmay not survive beyond this night,this whirlwind of feral flesh, maybe that is the way we need it. You will ask if we are morethan a body ceaselessly penetrated,more than lustful vessels writhing.This is where the...
I'll remember you the way I want,links in a perfect looping chain....The nights are beginning to cooland even though our blood is hot,still tapering with prolonged summer,the wind races across our skin nowand hints at the seasons to come.The clear...
You can't stay here anymore.The words become a pattern,a reluctantly whispered hymnthat is too foreign to me.All I can hear is the calm thunder within,my ear pressed tight to your bare breast,you once asked why I do this,wanted to know...
Something not anchored in love drifted far beyond our reach, exempt from our careful touch, I'll be able to understand you one day. I'm still here in this dark room, broken by such little things, a stray strand of auburn hair, the most brief hint of perfume.Forever...
You're still the reason I wait for winter, why I drive through the dark valley alone, our city merely a distant afterglow, a beautiful and dangerous element rippling through the heart. Perhaps too familiar to hold on to anymore, maybe there's too much painto still carry this...