I heard your name inside a dream,
it seemed to gently trace the seams
of everything I've ever kept inside,
secrets you thought I once implied,
but you don't know it all just yet,
how my heart was left in debt.

But I'll always be moving through you.

And what outline the moonlight drew,
the glow of when I last touched you,
but even in that frail silver light,
we ached for a much deeper sight,
far past this needy shivering skin,
close enough to be forgiven.

To always be moving through you.

It's not the vow of bodies meeting,
the promises made there can be fleeting,
a heated blur of our breath and lips,
hands gripping smooth bare hips,
going inside answered a prayer,
I would've always stayed there.

And you'd always feel me moving through you.

But flesh will always come to part,
and we cling on with a bruised heart,
to be comforted and haunted at the same time,
by what's indescribable through verse or rhyme,
but I still heard your name as I slept,
whispered like a promise we've always kept.

Of how you'll always feel me moving through you.

And maybe that's all we get to keep,
bright shards that just cut too deep,
but the beautiful outline that glow drew
of who I stay the closest to,
it's when you knew everything,
cells forever tuned to my ring.

To how I'll always be moving through you.