Uncoupled from expectation, I believe I can be everything that you deserve, be the shapes in your eyes where the light strikes to illuminate them as vibrant and potent as the torches that hang in our night sky. Just slow this down, I'm only winded from the chase, not from when our hands join and our steps are harmonious taps along the road. The sound is like concentrated rainfall, the universe of every drop splashing on u...

There's a lens to all the love you may hold inside,hearts tapping against skin with their primal Morse codes, it's a message that can't be stopped or hurried along, the translation is even more simple than we think. The rhythm fills our lungs with one another, I wish I could keep holding your oxygen inas if it's become solid matter,something I could fold like a note to smooth out later and absorb line by line. But it's no...

I once told told you how a touch could flutter through time, become a seed, an explosion of stars to paint your universe with light. If I can give that to you, it's worth burning through all I amto know that fire isn't really the end, that you will still curl around the ashes until I form anew. In the framework of singed flesh you've carved your language, seared the most sacred glyph into all that I will become. One touch...

There is always a push and pull between us, the gravitational shifts caused by desire, the flinching triggered through our needs, I understand the cycle as well as you do. Love was once a chain to you, a final link snapped to strand you with inhibitions, with each bond held together by a cold and damaged clasp. There was blood on my hands, too, a heart robed in fiction once the dark closed around me to let someone find wh...

Like a soft explosion of mist, your hand reaches out for me. I take a step back, both out of pure reflex and because I know the hand belongs to you. I've memorized your entire form by now. I know you up close, in the dark, from afar, and as faint shimmers along the periphery of my vision.Your pale skin is a living canvas that never hides your emotions, your most primal and secret acts. The way you blush when you're excite...

It would be easy for you, a salacious story to hint through clues and whispers, a knowing wink becomes the code between two. I'd be the inscrutable thief, a mark still sizzling upon my skin that cannot be clothed or explained away. After all, you cannot trust veins that are fueled with dark needs. Every word from there would seem cloaked, infected with multiple meanings all ending with the same blade. At your end it would...

You couldn't be farther from what I know, maybe it was in the way you move, stirring heat through the night's cold mist, it was so much more to me than a bright flashagainst the dark backdrop we lost our silhouettes in. You wanted to know the animal, what really drives me beneath, and I wanted to know the sparksbeyond your blushes and sighs, beckoning both a soft touch and the wolf that whispers below. I saw something in...

I've never forgotten the way you touch, so precise that I felt as if my breath could live in the delicate hue of your skin, in the seconds stolen from towering moments. I've always understood them in smaller pieces, the coordinates your eyes draw me to are still enough to convince me that these places have existed for years as a guarded secretWaiting to be told through the immediacy of meeting lips. Every touch was like g...

Flesh to flesh, the collision of two oceans. A migration of bodies. Every mark on you is a constellation to me, a celestial glow near fingertips that can turn me into vaporWhen your heat twines around me. A contrast of the smoothgliding along the grain of my cheek, if I get close enough, I may feel the thunder trembling behind your eyes. I may see the same lightning that torches through my cells, through the dark lulls be...

You've known me for so long through words, unearthing fractions of a person with letters that gently peel away. Do not forget the other side we edge, the raw physicality bloomingbetween our silences that eclipsethe difference within intention and instinct. I may have forgotten how to move you, with one wrong step in the darkI saw how many fragments you could break into, how quickly you could pull away from me. You didn't...

There are times when I need to be exempt from your careful touch, from the axis tilting whatever blooms in your heart. Because what you whispered last night was a contract,inked into where no other can reach, I pulled away and the tendrils followed me all the way home. I would burn this house down, but the flames would only drawapparitions and mimics of where we once stood with each other. When your eyes would narrow with...

You pulled me away earlier, no words to guide us, only the quick cues of one body leading another into the darkand carefully locking the door. The warmth of your hands cupping my facealmost casts glows throughout the room,through what your form always radiates when in my curious presence. My flesh raced to you, sailed through the marrow in our bones and met as furious heat crashing together. Something has been detonated i...

I should already knowwhat will haunt me the most. The tangle of hands clenching, scrunching sheets, lips shaking upon my neck before teeth part skin. It's the silence later, an uneasy afterglow that used to hold usso safe and still. Smoke curling towards the ceiling while fingers play with cinders, the snapshot of familiar eyes learning what we were beneath. I'll never tell you about it, never let the words touch glass,ne...

My hands wander along you, they may seem nomadic at times, but I always roam with purpose, noting what safe harbors you hold. What places rest in shadows and wait for one specific torch to illuminate you entirely from the inside, what chambers patiently ache to be filled. Some pockets and ridges hold secrets, smooth slopes quivering with life beneath, some are far more cautious, only bending to certain murmurs, charged by...

We had fallen asleep during a movie and I only woke up because a series of thunderclaps began booming across the sky. The contained force is like an explosion, propelling air towards all the houses on our street, rattling windows and gently tremoring through floorboards. During these storms, sometimes each roar in the sky seems to hum through my bones. From the couch, I see a blurry silhouette of the night as my eyes adju...