It's just not enough to know,
to render me raw with recognition,
even if how insatiable we make one another
is a dangerous and uncharted territory

A seduction even more potent
because the engine driving it is gentle,
blameless in the soft threads and wines
we allow to swarm over us entirely.

It pulls us like beautiful music,
vessels seeking the other out
like mist silently clinging to
a storm's vast cloudbank,
immovable to the naked eye,
but fragile to the touch.

Hands break through either way,
whether hesitant or in a mad rush,
you formed and stretched around me,
took me in before I could back out.

Before then, I shuttered my heart,
waiting to be moved by a message
shooting across the night sky,
something beyond what any human
hands could craft and manipulate.

It's just not enough to know,
to tease me with a map
of where lines might be crossed.

Something took me into this room with you,
so tell me a tale while we have time
to jealously swarm over one another ,
so taste me in this dangerous territory,
blameless with the engines driving,
edging us closer and closer.

It pulls us like a song,
we've always made the most
visceral music when together,
melodies are like bullets in the
unskilled hands of careless vessels
only knowing how to strike targets.

Immovable to the naked eye,
fragile to the touch,
but we know so much better
and keep the chambers loaded,
we know all about pullled triggers

And I sought you long before
the hammer finally clicked ,
long before a mad rush pierced you.

I shuttered my heart once,
longed to feel this vessel moved
by a message beyond curious hands,
something to chart the entirety
of this dangerous territory.

You've made me just as insatiable,
pulled a trigger to murder inhibition,
we've softly edged closer and closer,
I want to make these engines scream now.

Hands break through either way,
clothes turned to fluttering ghosts,
the stars swallow all light here
and I want to know your darkness.

You formed and stretched around me,
took me in before I could
withdraw from this visceral grip,
you know I never want to pull away
from the music we make.

So hum to me while we have time,
taste me in this dangerous territory,
these screaming engines know the melody,
know where to spread and pierce.