fire across the vast above and when I look at the sky’s canvas
each night and I wonder how those luminous bodies burn
with such intensity and look so still until remembering
There’s an animal in both of us,
ancient feral forms seeking each other out in this unlit
space by the scent and heat emanating from our pores,
a hunger beyond the primal pheromones our presence initiated.
The clothes separating us are stripped away with blinding
speed as if our hands were made to exactly know how to pull
each zipper, undo every button and tie,
peel off all leather and lace
As if we’re made to close every space between our entire
being with unrelenting momentum until our inevitable
collision calls forth the animal in us.
We have hours before stars darken and can breathe fire
into one another when you blossom as I glide along and into you,
and when I lick and caress the delicate canvas of your skin
I wonder how our feverish bodies can burn with such
intensity and not explode into utter oblivion until
being inside you makes me remember
The animal in both of us are cunning creatures that
can be a predator or prey when it suits us,
when it entices one to seek out the other
in this unlit space until nothing separates
our stripped forms from knowing every pore,
from our blood calling to each other in voices beyond primal need
And we have hours to relish each flavor and contour
before stars darken and the fires you breathe into me
ignite like millions of sparks edging where you blossom
and the momentum grows until I combust inside you
to soothe and quiet the animal in us.
