Your eyes trespassed in a way
that my flesh cannot pierce,
it was a sign, it was a calling,
how lips can part but leave us ablaze.
I wanted it to mark me forever,
a sigil that only you can see.
I wanted to be claimed and kept,
to have something that cannot
become a phantom between us….
The flush of skin slowly revealed,
a great divide coming to a close,
it was a sign, it was a calling.
It was something close to rage
that seized your thighs around me,
as if unlocking for even a moment
would make me not want to stay there forever.
I wanted it to always brand me,
this current roaming between curious bodies,
through a divide that will never breathe again.,
and no matter what intensities may dim,
or what promises will demand too much….
You must have known that a part of us
would always stay nestled here
in what we’ll remember of love,
the beautifully raw and unfamiliar.
It was a calling.
It was a sign.
How two can part
and be marked forever.
