to draw such a fire from you,
to feel the heat beckoning below
where we always know that lovers
can only be turned to cinders so many times.
I don’t know if you are close enough
yet to see the animal,
the one that is left threadbare
in the drug of your fragrance,
the one that keeps so quiet now
To quell this frenzy that
always threatens to advance,
I say nothing and retreat
to reach out where release waits,
its fixation knows no patience
in this inevitable surge,
an explosion of stars
through quivering tissue.
It would do no good to tell you
where that sweet whisper
and primal ache converge,
where the light flutters away
to join your essence with
the dark side I keep eclipsed
between the lines I rarely cross.
I never asked what gave me the right
to draw such a fire from you,
to feel heat’s unstable beacon
bridge and tether us together.
I don’t know know if you want
to see where the animal breathes,
the one that is left lingering
in the lightning you touched
my every fragile cell with,
the one that keeps so quiet now
To quell this frenzy from
reaching and pulling you before
a tentative whisper even escapes
to make your fixation known
but that it must be patient.
It would do no good to tell you
where that quivering murmur
and primal hunger converge,
where your essence molds with
the dark side I keep eclipsed
between the lines I rarely cross.
