There are only flashes left,
my lips nearing yours
but never quite touching,
so close that only a potent
electricity thrummed between us.

The unfinished kiss as the moon splashed
silver across your mysterious frame,
as wind carried raw perfume to my lungs,
if things had been any different...

I would've become your every memory
of ocean air and sweet wine.

And I would've whispered words to you
that only a soulmate should ever receive,
but I had to keep it all to myself,
too much is taken away in the telling.

There are only flashes left,
incandescence intensifying over time,
bare thighs parting in the moonlight,
the entire world unfolding before me,
so close that I could breathe you in,
taste the electricity crackling between us.

It was an unfinished kiss as the night
cocooned us in a need to seek warmth,
we were really seeking out a soul's trace
as wind caged you in my lungs,
if the season had awoken any sooner...

You would've become every memory
of autumn air and tasting another,
I would've become every fingertip caressing
your spine like piano keys waiting to be played.

And I would've whispered how
your scars are beautiful,
a language your skin forever carries,
but I had to keep it all to myself,
too much is handed over in the telling.

Only flashes will come to remain,
strobing through all seasons,
a fragrant summer breeze,
heat flowing through veins in winter,
all elements reaching for me at night.

You've become everything nocturnal,
every longing cauterized into me,
and if things had been any different...

I would've endlessly whispered to you,
given what only a soulmate should receive.