Nothing will be safe again.
For in that magnified moment
where we are an irreversible two,
we've also become something
much deeper than just ourselves.
And for better or worse,
all that has ever haunted me
will somehow become yours,
A silent contract made,
signed with the body.
I'll see the mistakes you've made,
you'll be imprinted with the echo
of how I once hurt you,
there can be no going back....
Your taste is a sweetness that sinks
deep below where pores reach,
honeysuckle that grazes the soul
as the fever of your mouth drives me
closer to the sweetest oblivion .
One shift of pressure with a finger or tongue
can make the world inside you a helpless tremor,
this world and all its contained mysteries,
its beautiful tempestuous seasons....
The early spring mornings where
the sky is still a vast dark bruise
and you calmly breathe next to me,
it's in such quiet that I'll see
that the smallest things are miracles.
The pull of humid summer air that hovers
much like a thick steamy mist,
most would only see the heat
and not the country that borders my map.
Or what is revealed when the cool comes,
the fall that strips almost too much bare,
the natural form finally unguarded,
needing to be warmed at night
When winter arrives as a faint whisper
that once covered your heart in frost,
no matter how numb I may seem then,
my fingertips are never more alive
than when they trace the cracks
that time has webbed your love in.
Nothing will be safe again.
For in that magnified moment,
I will begin to recognize your scent,
I will soon recognize your pulse
better than my very own.
I'll hold on to your pain
because it will also become
my most familiar pang,
feeling yet never able
to name what has been lost.
I'll fold into you like accidental
paper hearts that could not part
once their secret creases and edges touch,
beautiful origami that finally found a home.
And your taste is even sweeter
after our mutual oblivion,
wrapped in our quiet cocoon
of warm blankets and braided limbs.
One shift in your breath now
can make this entire world a tremor,
all the mysteries you contain
that I'm ever closer to now...
There will be no going back.
Nothing will be safe again.