Your heart pounds against my ear 
in the suddenly still aftermath,
an oceanic rhythm in skin,
rising to a quiet warm crest.

I could be listening to music from another life,
I can't tell if it's mine or yours,
it could be the soft waves reaching
the shore of some unknown old country.

It tells of all that's unseen now.

The marks that will live on this flesh,
I only sense their new fire in the dark
along the naked plane of my back.

The thighs that are still locked around me,
I only feel the little random aftershcoks
that have rendered knowing limbs restless.

You can't see my eyes yet and may question
where I seem to have gone now,
something that many would mistake
for distance living in them now.

It's more like a planetary flare,
a sudden new radiance absorbed,
the galaxies brimming in your eyes
that will come to sweetly haunt mine.

Your heart thunders against my ear,
in this nearly motionless aftermath,
an oceanic rhythm in skin
rising to a quiet warm crest.

I could be listening to a vague echo,
transmissions from another life,
I can't tell if it's mine or yours,
it could be the conduit of everything
we will ever long to actually say.

It tells of all that's unseen now. 

Hands still clasped tightly together,
when they inevitably withdraw,
I'll still be holding this palpable heat,
you'll still be trembling from the imprint.

The part of me flowing through you
as an invisible warm river now,
this new fire you sense in the dark,
the ache that will follow me
to be deep inside you once more...

But you can't see my eyes yet 
and may question where I am now,
something you may mistake for distance,
signals reaching from an unknown station.

It's more like a planetary flare,
a sudden new beacon followed,
the galaxies shimmering in your eyes
that will go on to always illuminate mine.

I can tell you that I'm here,
ribboned with your form,
I can't tell which is mine 
and which is yours.

I believe I have always been here.