We both know words will not be enough here.The heat is palpable in you tonight,something in the blood calls out,unable to form a cry or scream,I can feel it trembling in your voiceWhen you tell me to reach for you,to follow the cadence in your voiceas my hand grips swollen fleshand a gasp flees from between my teeth.The same teeth that envisionmeeting your exposed neckto mark you before you taste me,the salt and sweet of...

There's more than anatomy between us,there are spaces both microscopic and vast,inches and inlets that were once wholebut have cracked to drift apart and becomejagged continents unknown to one another.The equivalent of vanished civilizations will remain buried in our hearts,carvings on walls that only we can read, to others it will all be a mystery,a short history encapsulated, artifacts not meant to be understood, as bri...

I may not remember everything,every single detail we shared,dates grow vague along withsome words that may have slipped.But I remember you in the best way.The songs you played when telling mehow they broke your heart for the first time,the notes that seemed to seep through skinand wrap around your core with nostalgia.I remember some things with painful clarity.I remember the last storm that broke,my fragrant and silky flo...

Something not anchored in love drifted far beyond our reach, exempt from our careful touch, I'll be able to understand you one day. I'm still here in this dark room, broken by such little things, a stray strand of auburn hair, the most brief hint of perfume.Forever here on a late November evening when you suddenly opened up to meand became a lock at the same time, bare warm thighs straddling over me, hands cupping my face...

You're still like a dream to me,I can almost touch those phantom edges,beautiful shapes that have left me longingon the precipice of what I can't understand.And I think I'm almost there again,before winter when I grew too jealous,too passive to say what I really meantthe last time my whisper grazed your ear.Before when I was stilled by the starglowupon your skin as we made love,the first time I leaned that passionis more...

Your touch once almost told me that creatures must find each other for some comfort,farther than what flesh can fortell,to press beyond where we have grown coldthrough the tender inlet where desire flows.We reach a burning core soon enough,that beautiful, dangerous human flash which brings us back to ourselves,which will bloom far beyond us.And wherever we move from here,your body has forever possessed mine,pulled me into...

You're still the reason I wait for winter, why I drive through the dark valley alone, our city merely a distant afterglow, a beautiful and dangerous element rippling through the heart. Perhaps too familiar to hold on to anymore, maybe there's too much painto still carry this torch. I'm still cocooned in our heat, where your body no longer moved of its own accord, opening in a harmony neither of us will understand. A storm...

And from the song that screams through you,it's the sound of a heart on fire,a body burning for just a touch,the sudden rush in contact when even fingertips can swell this blaze.Maybe it's part of the season,summer pouring through the lungs,traces of heat never fleeing this skin,is it any wonder that I'm heldso close to your constant fever? And as you open to me again,it's a memory almost bittersweet,of magic not quite lo...

I'll never say it's all about you,I've waited here for too longto just give that away...I watch the sky suddenly awaken,radiant rainbows burst in every direction as if this new violent light will forever wrap around the earth.The night is chilled forthe first time in weeksand all I can long for noware my arms around you,the secret sweet torrentsof hands and lips searching.And long after the fireworks fade,the smoke will h...

I do not belong to you in the way you belong to me.I saw this in an amber sunset,the slow burning againsta shimmering summer horizon.We were waiting for the stars,for your hand to slip into mineand softly squeeze as you took in your favorite constellations,speaking of each one as if they were a friend, a loved one or lover you never had the chance of say goodbye to.And I wondered if I burned among them,if my glow was a de...

Your heart pounds against my ear in the suddenly still aftermath,an oceanic rhythm in skin,rising to a quiet warm crest.I could be listening to music from another life,I can't tell if it's mine or yours,it could be the soft waves reachingthe shore of some unknown old country.It tells of all that's unseen now.The marks that will live on this flesh,I only sense their new fire in the darkalong the naked plane of my back.The...

I want to slowly undo you...The soft curtain of lush hairseems to fall in slow motion now,a dark flourish of silk waves lapping against your shoulders.I cannot stop taking you in....As your hair grazes against me,I undo the smallest knot,the bow on your lingeriea subtle and tangible displaysaying to carefully open youExpose the tiny freckles along your chest,I touch them as if each onemay be braille that fingertipscan wor...

I need to know if there's some depth in you that just can't be reached. I can feel this tender corehelplessly flexing around me,the sacred and profane reilluminated into one. A flash of lighting against the window,just a moment of violent skyward glowsand your body is suddenly still and visible,a bright lithograph of all sensual mystery.And if I said I loved you,would that promise be enough?The singular question has been...

Not yet...A husky whisper flees from your lips as I watch, close enough to touch. I watch your palms glide along bare thighs, parting with such agonizingly slow precision.The air between us is tense, already perfumed by the glistening trail that coats your exposed lips. The tension makes it seem as if we're both animals. Our haunches coiled, bodies ready to snap forth and mercilessly devour.We know each other more than an...

Fingertips graze your neck to toucha forgotten intimate frequency,I can sense the river rushing beneaththe vast unseen world that your skin enshrouds.I've known this surface all too well, the goosebumps that bloomin such a close proximity now,the invisible waves of heat risinglike steamy mist after warm rain.I have to know all that lies beneath,what survives after the storm. And maybe I'm not readyto tell you where I go a...