I am not permitted to understand
all the mysteries that you contain.
The arc of flesh along your breasts,
nipples vibrate in tune with a quickened pulse,
flicked with a needy and ravenous tongue
always seeking to taste more.
As I sail through the initial bliss,
the infinity blossoming below,
I’ve asked if this frenzy
is the center of all things.
The softest flesh contracts,
more than skin seems to part
when you finally take me in,
when you moan in new tongues.
You release the most human timbres,
the sound of how a soul truly quivers.
I am not permitted to understand
all the mysteries that you contain.
The light that spills over you
when we meet in this deep meadow,
fingertips softly brush your warm lips,
the hushed prelude framing a perfect kiss.
The night vibrating with ripe want,
mouth sealed around a hardened nipple,
always seeking to discover more,
the closest I can get to tasting your heart.
As we sail to the brink of ourselves,
the infinity blossoming below,
I’ve asked if this narcotic urgency
is the voluptuous center of all things.
The softest walls contract,
deliver me to true threshold,
clamping around me as your whisper becomes
a lone note that lungs refuse to relinquish.
We travel far beyond ourselves,
beyond our rapturous detonations,
the infinity blossoming below,
our searing essence forever intermingled.
You release the most human timbres,
the sound of how a soul truly quivers.
I should not ask if this
is the center of all things.
I am not permitted to understand
all the mysteries that you contain.
