I need to know if there's some depth
in you that just can't be reached.
I can feel this tender core
helplessly flexing around me,
the sacred and profane
reilluminated into one.
A flash of lighting against the window,
just a moment of violent skyward glows
and your body is suddenly still and visible,
a bright lithograph of all sensual mystery.
And if I said I loved you,
would that promise be enough?
The singular question has been hovering,
has become an anagram endlessly arranged,
a dark beginning and a beautiful coda,
a height I may never breach again.
I have to go farther to see
if there's a depth in you
that I'm not meant to know.
A rising tide sweeps me towards you,
to the body's unlocked chambers,
far away from some burning pride,
some need be understood.
I can feel this tender core
furiously flexing around me,
the unspoken vows between us
reilluminated into one.
A flash of lighting against the night,
just a moment on unstable skyward strobes,
your body and soul inevitably communing here,
a bioluminescent lithograph of all sensual mystery.
And if you say you love me,
will that be enough of a promise?
The question has been hanging in the air,
has been moving in tandem with our tangled grinding,
a dark beginning and a beautiful coda,
A haven I may never breach again.
I need to know how deep I can reach,
how powerful this tide can be,
far away from some burning pride,
some ache to always be understood.
I can feel all that we are
reilluminated into one.