Telegraphs

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The need is telegraphed through
the electricity in your eyes,
the constellations and rainbows ready
to implode in the most brilliant burst.

The need is unraveled
in the smallest moments.

Curious lips brush
across a smooth neckline,
a taste of showered skin
while slowly inhaling you.

Fingertips play a tune
in the dark narrow room,
meeting in the primal marrow
of our quivering song.

I want the compressed
quiet intensity of those
small moments to haunt me,
to ink their own secret lives
like tattoos only we recognize.

To say we’ve loved one another
in an unstoppable infinity.

And if our longing cuts too deep,
if you ever wonder how much of me
really does belong to you

Just promise me that you’ll never stop.

I want to see the need telegraphed
as you’re suddenly impaled,
as your possessive clench
sheathes and shudders around me.

The need is unraveled
in the smallest moments.

Hips surrender together
to delirious friction,
heart pulsing between lips
while slowly tasting a nipple.

Your fingertips play their tune
in the warm narrow room,
in the primal marrow fluttering
across the tender bud
of this quivering song.

I want the compressed
breathless intensity of those
small moments to follow us,
to burst as their own blinding
constellations and rainbows.

Like coordinates only we can find,
tattoos only we recognize.

To say we’ve loved one another
in our own secret infinity.

And if our longing cuts too deep,
if you wonder what you mean to me

Just promise that you’ll never stop.

Published 9 years ago

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