Your eyes search me out,
a lamp against the night,
a soul always glittering,
reaching out for mine.

For a heart ravished and secluded with
passing forbidden knowledge between bodies,
speaking through fiction in the myths that exist
between what stays on skin like permanent ink....

Perhaps this is where the profane
and the sacred ultimately converge,
in how I am forever enthralled
by a now unanswered longing.

Not the act of us feverishly linking,
but the shuddering tensions before,
the rapturous, sated calm that will
permeate the silent afterglow.

I live for that...

The way the world turns to only
echoes and snapshot memories,
the place where I ruminate
over the specifics for a while.

Even when you remind me of all
the pain I should leave behind.

I can almost touch what we shared,
like wisps glowing in the dark that contain
the memories of joining and bursting,
of leaving a piece of me forever with you.

Like how you squeeze me
from the inside after it's over,
you smiled about it once,
a shy curving of the lips
that gave away all your secrets.

You said that it's like the body confessing
that this is where you always want me to stay.

Or like how the light spills in with cool breezes
from the windows but never seem to touch our heat,
and how I would breathe in pure bliss from
all exhaled through your surging lungs.

Believing that if I held on,
held you even tighter,
held in all the air,
that I could keep you forever,
skin to skin in this perfumed room.

Where your eyes searched me out,
lamps against the night,
a soul always glittering,
strobing to claim mine.

Breast to breast in this haven,
a heart ravished and secluded
but unwilling to ever part,
telling a forlorn tale through
kisses tinged with sweet wine,
passing forbidden knowledge between bodies,
beyond myths that become something too real,
imprints pressed deep beneath our giving skins.

Perhaps this is where the profane
and the sacred ultimately converge,
in how I am forever kindled now
within an unanswered longing.

Not the ecstatic rush of us linking,
but the fathomless quiet before,
the rapturous, sated calm that will
cradle us in the unique afterglow.

I live for that...

The way the world folds into
only caresses and snapshot memories,
the unceasing human current flowing
as you still hold me from the inside.

I can almost touch what we shared,
like wisps glowing in the dark that contain
the memories of joining and bursting,
of giving a part of myself to only you.

Even when you remind me of all
the pain that I should leave behind.

Believing that if I hold on,
if you hold me more tightly,
confess with the body that
you want me here always...

You could keep me forever.