You measured more than a heart
and soon found me wanting.

But last night was so different.

When we were far past the slow dance
that would lead us to this dim room. 

Your hand wrapped around me,
it was like fiery rivers buried
and rushing beneath the earth
and a mutual shudder jolted us
when you began to squeeze,
to stroke hard flesh so vulnerable
except when in your hungry grasp.

And an entire universe is
also hidden deep inside you
when my fingertips move 
to seek out perfumed heat.

The folds are merely petals
that flutter to a private tune 
strummed in time with breath,
with slick ambrosia trickling,
inviting me to disappear into
the most mysterious depths.

Later on you would measure it all,
you would measure the fragile pulse
and soon find me wanting.

But it was different the night before.

When we were far past the sweet nothings
exchanged that would inevitably become everything.

You shifted and took me with you
and later I never said that we seemed 
as objects thrown carelessly by a storm,
eventually only identifiable by the marks 
that such violent covenants leave
but all I could see were your glistening eyes,
the things that fell open and became
the longest parting of my life.

And an entire universe was bared,
I was enfolded into this human warmth,
it would follow us into autumn and winter
where the snowdrift had us seeking familiar 
heat like we'd never know shelter again.

You would measure the glow after,
attempting to map our infinite current
and somehow found me wanting.

During summer nights where we were drunk
on wine and I was soon pulled inside,
pinned so tightly against the damp earth,
I could only see you and stars dotting
the dark sky with silver needlepoints.

But last night was so different.

And after spilling it all,
you think I won't remember
the hot breath upon my neck,
the morse code of close skin
fluttering like soft invisible wings,
saying to please never leave
even when our wounds run too deep,
you will still always belong here. 

You still found me wanting.

It was when I knew I loved you,
that there could be no measure to it.