Stay just out of reach 
or fully contoured to me, 
I'll want you the same, 
but with different aches.

I may never know more than 
what your skin chooses to tell.

And you may not yet know this distance, 
the inklings of what you cannot touch, 
following and filling the reservoirs 
resting between us, inside us.

You may have never known the way longing 
can violently sweep through your seams, 
or the dark rivers desire can cave us in with.

If I scan the waters long enough, 
I'll see the shiny pools of your eyes, 
tilting to the moon and whispering
my name as lips taste your neck.

That soft plane was more mysterious to me 
than any distant unclaimed continent, 
peaks and sudden turns already overtaking 
me with their immediate familiarity.

When you stay just out of reach, 
each touch from before possesses, 
carries me to your undeniable proximity, 
where you contour to places without names, 
joining around them with a terrifying infinity.

I may never know more than what
your skin chooses to yield.

And you may not hold my heart
with chains or ropes, 
your wires are invisible braids
I cannot touch.

You may know all the tendons lacing bone, 
the dark rivers making up my blood, 
swimming to soothe every need 
raging behind my eyes.

If we hold still long enough, 
you'll remember the way I flicker 
and sing to your every cell
when I'm deep inside you, 
it's the passing of a secret, 
a prayer before a universe bursts and reforms.

When you stay just out of reach, 
I want my aches to pour through you, 
contour around and tie us together, 
embodying me with the infinity of your body.

I may never know more than what
your skin confides in me
when possessing and tasting 
the reservoirs resting between us, inside us.