You think that you knew
the way my heart was shaped,
every vein mapped and memorized
the exact beat against yours.

But you only measure in rhythm,
never the precision in pitch,
the subtle notes that strained
to call out to you beneath.

I was already lost in the moment,
fading fire couldn't extinguish
the light I saw in your eyes,
just remember the way I held on
when you say I don't know
what it is to truly need someone.

An elixir coated tender lips,
mysterious nectars pooled to life,
and there was only sweetness, love,
I could've you tasted forever.

Every touch matters.

How every curve rippled and shook
beneath curious fingertips
before some violence answered
the metre playing in your blood.

I wish I could just go deeper,
into the exact tides that pull you,
the threads holding you together,
and these seams will always
spell out your name.

You think that you knew the imprint
left from a patient searing touch,
my skin has yet to cool down,
has yet to stop speaking,
to stop singing where words no longer
have the essence to reach out to you.

I was already lost in the moment,
just remember the way your light
washed over me when you say
that I don't know what love is.

An elixir poured from tender lips,
mysterious nectars pooled to life
and there was only sweetness, love,
I could've tasted you forever.

Because every touch matters.

How every fold in your heart
rippled and eased near mine
before some violent bliss
became all your blood knew.

I wish I could go deeper,
into the exact metre you dance for,
beats that sway and suspend you,
touch every rhythm that takes us
into a dance only we know the steps to.

You think that you knew
the way my hunger calls out,
just remember that some
flames can never stop licking
when you say that I don't
know what it is to truly burn.

Because every touch matters.