Morning stinging the retinas,
our deed was dark, my love,
and now we have to go back,
slip into the other skin we wear.

Much like how something passed
from me and into your depths,
seconds of a soul firing
our ceaseless need,
our true selves stay here.

I want you to haunt me all day long.

Any sudden grazing against another
will be a potent touchstone
thrumming with your memory,
eyes closing to relive the flash,
my teeth glinting in the dark
before tasting your delicate neck.

Hard enough to matter,
to mark inside and out.

Afternoon stinging the retinas,
our deed was dark, my love,
has burned a permanent afterimage
of rainbows blooming around irises,
of nectar drizzling upon my thirsty tongue.

We have to go back afterwards,
into the other skin we reluctantly wear,
much like how I can taste for hours,
moments where some essence poured
from you to always remain with me.

I want you to haunt me all day long.

For every ache to be a ghost,
flashes of your wet lips
forming the tightest seal,
dizzying me with heat,
humming around hardness,
vibrations that leave me
throbbing with memory.

Hard enough to matter,
to burn me inside and out.

Dusk begins to cool the retinas
and our bodies yearn for the night,
drift back to where we truly belong,
into the skins we are meant to wear.

Much like how daylight flees to reveal
still fires that silently burn in the skyline,
our deeds are dark, my sweet love,
and our fire will bring us home.

I want you wrapped
around me all night long.

Hard enough to matter,
to consume you inside and out.