It is not the cry of a cold wind
or raw light beginning to bloom,
reaching to touch your body
where the imperceptible has
found a way to speak through flesh.

To speak beyond a hand craving 
and forever reaching into the ether.

It is a sound more unmistakeable,
what I imagine is the music
of a soul being made and unmade
only to be tethered together again.

And it seems to begin as all
quiet intimacies between two do,
it briefly illuminates stories,
the history before you and I.

Like the single scar you've never 
handed me the origin of,
you seem to prefer that I just trace,
to do what is natural and love you
and memorize the feel of tissue,
the fissure that healed so long ago
and the softest bumps awaken
across your warm body as braille
that has been aching to be read.

And it reminds and pains me to 
remember the vulnerability of our skins,
that what can be so warm and house life 
can also be in the proximity
of such careless violence blooming
and opening that which we should 
be bound to always protect,
what we should always keep sacred.

Like the way I always sleep on my side
and hold you in such a specific way
and you asked if I held another like this,
if the way my arms enfolded you
close enough to absorb the drumming
of your heart was always meant
to know your pulsing pattern 
or to try and capture what I've lost.

And then you softly and suddenly kissed
as if to hush any answer that I may have given,
as if to say you don't need every story,
every snapshot taken when you've been gone.

And it's not the cry of the night
enshrouding us in naked skin,
not the cry for what's been lost
where I was waiting for you.

And it seems to begin as all
feral couplings truly do,
the sudden slide and gasp,
pure velvet bliss searing,
the ancient breaching,
an endless pang to be 
taken and claimed.

It's two worlds shaking,
tapping the bright root of 
a universe exploding to be undone
and tethered together again.

It's more like a deep calling,
what I imagine is the sound
of twin flames reaching,
licking and forever entangled,
violently dancing and lashing
before inevitably becoming one.

Forever reaching into the ether.