It's her body's mysterious calligraphy,a flourish of what marks have made her into the feverish form folding and unfolding,humming as if the body is being sung to,some tender coda reaching past singed nervesand stars swarming against a gathering darkness. Closer to the quiet sweetness beyond oblivion. The soft gasp made is even more powerfulthan thunder because of how quickly it ebbs away,how the smallest note invokes the...

You were watching a still indigo sky,eyes darkening with the hush of night,and I wanted to know what wasbegging to flicker through you,thumb grazing the tear slowly makinga clear river before being kissed away,featherweight forces yet so demanding. Salt never tasted sweeter. Your face soon burrowed into my neckand something raw had awakened,nuzzling where a pulse helplessly rises,the scent of your hair a warm breeze,untet...

The searing heat between usis both somehow ephemeraland reaching into something eternalbut may be a spirit that begins to pull away and elude us with agewhen we always swear we needto just feel something more.  And it scares me to think this,that we can never truly know anyone,it all must come far too naturally,I don't think we'd ever leave our hearts this naked on purpose. It would be pointlesswithout the passion. The wo...

Our bodies perfuming and warming the near dark of your room with our afterglow. We were watching a movie we'd seen countless times, the one where an old flame promises that they'll always have Paris. We were already making love before the end. The screen is still on wallpaper now. I move to close it and watch you. Bathed in a hue of pixel rainbows. It made me think of sprawling futuristic cityscapes glowing at night. Of l...

A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years.  One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows.  No experience, just feral young need. Her hair a fragrant curtain as she rode, squeezed, possessively absorbed my release.  Her accent saying my name, lips trembling murmurs of a country, a dream so far away. I'...

I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick. It's the night they met fifty years ago. I tell her that's a lovely gift and her green eyes light up with love.  I want to thank her but can't remember her name. She seems to know this and squeezes my hand, familiar and warm, thumb...

Everything about you becomes archived. Trying to catalog what isn't meant to be charted, codified, and quantified. But math and science, even between people, often made sense to me. Chart the exact moment that the bloom of oxytocin flares immutable around the iris. Note the dark points of pupils contrasting. Every flush of skin, pink randomly rippling beneath the pale. Every breath inhaled and exhaled in a subconscious at...

Now I can remember how we met this way... The city was raining and the bus churned onand the engine always felt unstoppable,forever rumbling and going nowherebut she sat by me and I don't knowif it was the just the first empty seator if something had drawn her to me. Have you ever felt someone without touchingbefore even seeing them for the first time?  Something left over from more ancient timeswhen the dark and unseen w...

You followed me long beforeI even knew what want was and everything within you was unknowable,I would've broken your entire heartjust to give you what was left of mine. Some part of me is still waiting. It's only when the wind blows nowand thunder bellows from aboveas a distant pang groaningthat I finally remember howyou tasted like the rain. Like some memory of sweetnesstrembling against my earsas my fingers reach the hi...

She belongs to herself. And when she patiently opensthe entire universe before meit's almost too much to take at once. It's the moment before a supernova,before the raw matter of us is seared by celestial bliss we werenever meant to really understand We can only possess such powerfor moments at a time,otherwise we'd be torched alive. We were only supposed toenveloped deep within themas I am sheathed by her,seeing eyes wid...

You stared at me long after in that timewhere we're only wisps and snapshotsand I was lost in my own longing,in a kiss so imperceptible that it seemed to emanate from somewhere beyond us. The tender heat of your lips remainedand I wanted it to leave a mark. To have something of you in the end. Because I wanted to be claimed,forever branded in urges bloomingon the cusp of such human fires,to have proof that you loved me. I...

Time is still revealing you,a knot to be forever untied. I've seen so much shimmerfrom your bare skin,starlit and ethereal,twining long into the nightwhen you reached for meand all became heat and mist. Even my darkness tinged youbut only where I could see. Some kind of want beyond being made to feel like a man or a woman, something deeper pulls us,blood always calling out to blood. Close enough to the heart,close enough...

I can still hear her in the dark,breath and heartbeat as softthunder from a distant storm,a raw memory of perfume and hair,the tiny yet infinite harborpulsing between her thighs that I'm still somewhere enfolded in. Out of the body, into the ether,to make it more than matter,more than just our skin. And that's when I trace placeswhere I swear I see namesas she still sleeps spooned in our cocoonwhere it can never hurt and...

It will always begin here. I watch your breath come back,mist riding the moonlight,a beautiful cry swallowedinto the deep dark night watchingyou slowly return to yourself. The small flash in your eyes,of everything between usand how such a small flare seemstoo tiny and inscrutable butis too bright for anyonebut us to touch and hold. I watch your breath come back,your heat still enveloping me,orbs locked and always searchi...

I want to remember you this way,slowly pulling into the night untethered,silken hair still dancing in December wind,eyes always tinged not with lovebut something almost as sweet. Earlier we were drinking in wineand all the songs that I can't confess always make me long for you,I'll still take our history with me,I need it to cut that deeply,to leave me too exposed,a raw nerve craving your shelter. The taste of your craned...