we cycle through
endless power shifts.
Like tectonic plates
deep below the skin,
commanding our bones,
your tremors are slow at first.
They are a warning,
a silent parting
that invites me inside,
tilts our frail axis
until you’ve locked around,
claimed me as your own.
Something powerful flows
through me then,
ancient bridges crossed,
the territory where lovers
take each other in
the oldest of rituals.
The ache to hunt and capture
is not enough for some animals,
the dominion over your body,
this reliquary that enfolds me…
I can feel it,
an endless shift
in colliding worlds
that have always been
dark mirrors of each other.
Like tectonic plates
deep below living tracts,
our meetings are rare
and when we touch,
we only know how
to merge or destroy.
Your tremors are slow at first,
each one is a siren call
through my curious bones,
parting to take me inside
and claim me as your own.
Something powerful seizes
around me then,
this bridge we’ve crossed,
the barrier I’ve breached.
You explode, a torrent
of molten through
the most tender fissure,
lips left tinged with scarlet heat,
from the most ancient of rituals.
The ache to hunt and capture
is not enough for some animals,
there is a need to encase,
to shape and join reliquaries….
I can feel it,
an endless need
fueling our axis,
the dark mirrors
we see ourselves in.
Like tectonic plates
nestled in the earth’s
unseen delicate center,
your tremors are unstoppable.
I can feel you
claiming me entirely.
