Each kiss is an invisible mark upon lips and skin,
the living territory I've claimed as mine,
tracts more intricate and mysterious
than any I have ever explored.

Sometimes you wonder why I grow so quiet,
but do not mistake silence for indifference,
the quiet that is as fragile and sudden
as the final blink between seasons,
there's just something I cannot shake at times,
the aches of some nameless phantom limb.

Just know the marks you've made are beautiful,
they reside upon every place you cannot see,
the cages of bone protecting organs,
flesh that knows no warmth more precious
than the small moment when your arms slip
around me and you whisper that I am yours.

The stake forever claimed in living territory,
more alive and mysterious than anywhere
you'll come to explore.

Sometimes you wonder why I grow so quiet,
but never mistake silence for indifference,
I just want to hear this fragile second
blinking from stillness to eruption,
hear the sound of the chords you've plucked
and hold you as they each reverberate through me.

Each cresting wave and pulsation
are invisible marks we make inside,
just know they spread throughout me,
make me belong to you more each time
in the small moments when we're both
just exhausted limbs and spent muscles,
when I whisper close in your ear that you're mine

I'm really claiming these territories as ours,
intricate living lands that are more precious
than any other place we've ever known.