You'll already have my name but sometimes
I forget the pull this will imply.

You still took my hand and began
to gently instruct me in the dark,
I used to need lights for this,
to slowly part the unknown.

Everything can be learned from there.

It was more than my hands roaming in
a rush to explore what demands patience,
something to halt time's unforgiving march
and know the difference between hushed breaths
like the songs you had me listen to into that deep night.

It was the space between metres,
the unplayed notes we strain to hear,
proof that restraint is where we are
truly electrified at our barest core.

And you were covered in skin
as if to bury the pain within
and while I was still taken inside,
you would deserve so much more.

Because it was more than me moving through you
in a rush that can still sense but may never 
understand what you may be trying 
to convey in the surge to come.

Something to decode the sudden roar 
of your molten depths seizing around me,
the fiercest clamping which implies 
that it is our most natural impulse
to make skin never forget us.

It was more than our hands clasping after
because while these fingers interlacing
will imply the premise of a union,
it's something humming in our bones and cells,
something screaming for ways to connect
before time severs an inevitable cord.

You still took my hand and began 
to gently instruct me in the dark,
I used to need lights for this,
to navigate the unknown flesh.

Everything can be gleaned from there.

And when you ask me where I go
after something so seemingly simple
becomes complex in its maddening rush,
careening us towards a beautiful oblivion,
I can't find a way to tell you yet.

But as our bodies climb down from so much passion,
both half asleep in our ebbing mutual heat,
I've learned to be more patient with age,
to know a better language to describe
the anima that wraps around you
without a single question.

Just press your ears close to the encased
flesh still drumming in my chest,
listen to that pause between the beats
and how they come to mimic the music.

The songs you urged me to listen to
for the very same reason I need
you to listen so closely now.

It's the notes that haven't been played,
the ones that always imply an untold story,
proof that restraint is where we are
truly electrified at our most stripped core.

I forget the pull this will imply.

You're still covered in skin
as if to sheathe the pain within
and while I was still taken inside
and we still lie here so fused.

I will give you so much more.

Everything can be claimed from there.