Take me as the night begins to fall,
all needs roaring to life in the dark,
we've been marked to violently ache
for passions mirroring our very own.
A passion akin to beasts roaming the wild,
the mingling howls and thunder spreading
a cantata among the hidden forests,
among hides, thorns, and bleeding
ink on smooth and soft parchments
where I failed to recreate you with words.
Where our writhing limbs tied and I spilled
into you without ever once questioning
the dangerous nature that has placed us
upon such a feral, irreversible course,
An animal certainty of comfort in flesh.
To be so entirely taken by another,
roaring to life in summer's hot drift,
in love made upon an endless dark shore,
passion akin to the moon's constant cycle.
The merciless gravitational pulls,
towering waves that crest and break,
loathing how flesh can be so seared
and pulled away from like a cold tide.
I'll come to violently ache
to be that scorched again.
Yearn to feel the thunderclaps
booming from within your chest,
deep within your jealous secretive heart
where our better angels may still reside.
Where our limbs tightly tied
and I spilled inside of you
without questioning what fierce nature
has placed us on such a possessive course.
Just take me again as the night falls,
as all needs scream in sublunary vessels,
this unforgiving appetite mirroring
what you have needed the most.
An animal certainty of comfort in flesh.