Your touch once almost told me that creatures 
must find each other for some comfort,
farther than what flesh can fortell,
to press beyond where we have grown cold
through the tender inlet where desire flows.

We reach a burning core soon enough,
that beautiful, dangerous human flash 
which brings us back to ourselves,
which will bloom far beyond us.

And wherever we move from here,
your body has forever possessed mine,
pulled me into depths once believed
to only be a fiery myth.

But, when surrounded by you,
by the consuming electricity
elicited from skin to delicate skin,
I finally tasted you,
the insatiate cry of the soul.

Where I have always searched. 

When you're gone and memory
just doesn't seem like enough,
I'll breathe in sweet orchids,
a remnant of ocean mist
across your bare skin,
bodies moving near the water.

I'll remember touching the curve
of your lips as you slept,
a tremor that lived in your breath,
my name or another spoken.

And we once clasped together for comfort,
going much farther than what flesh fortells,
to press beyond where our pain lives
through the tender inlet where desire blooms.

We reach a burning core soon enough,
that beautifully devastating human flash
framed far past this mutual oblivion
which brings us back to ourselves.

Your body has forever possessed mine,
pulled me into depths once believed
to only be a fiery myth.

But, when consumed by you,
animal rhythms tangling limb,
electricity sparking from skin to skin,
I finally began to understand
the insatiate cry of your heart. 

Where I have never stopped searching.

When you're gone and memory
doesn't really seem like enough,
I'll breathe in your body's fragrant want,
remnants of orchids and ocean mist,
our skin glowing near the water.

I'll remember touching the curve
of your lips as you slept,
a tremor that lived there,
where I can still almost
draw the pattern of my name.