It's a dangerous borderline.

We're riding some rapturous tide,
I'd call it a featherweight bliss 
you'll always seal with a kiss,
something I can only describe
when the moment blooms.

Before we made it to your room,
the city shimmered all around you
as if trying to tell me something
in its secretive codes of neon
and strobes against your frame
before the first drops of rain fell.

To expose all the body can ever know
but never quite write the story of,
I can only build a myth around it,
something changing too much in time.

But I never wanted anyone more.

I'll still remember racing across your flesh 
as fast and silent as silver moonlight,
you always did seem to glow then
and after in embers that would
flare and flicker for me alone.

And I'd also keep the moment I left
your apartment and steeled myself 
against rain as the salt and sweet 
of your skin washed away too fast 
and I know I should have stayed.

I wanted to taste you forever.

It's a dangerous borderline.

We're riding some darkened tide
without knowing what to hold on to,
I'd call it a fever that burned too much away
but our hands and lips knew what to say,
knew what to impart and forgive,
sealed with the sway of your hips,
something I can only describe
when being relentlessly pulled inside.

Summer was still blossoming along your skin
and the sweetness clinging was an invisible perfume
from the rain that reminds me of damp earth,
flowers opening to swallow the moonlight,
the wind rising electric between us,
gaze locked as we felt the world erupt.

And it bursts in ways only we understand
as rainbows and featherweight bliss,
as you not letting go until long after,
silently telling me part of this is forever,
your eyes the same opal that traces 
its way through ancient stone in glowing veins 
aching to be touched and just understood.

To be the eventual flickering memory
of who will forever burn inside of you,
to expose all the body can ever know 
and its rhythm of too many lost songs
and that note will helplessly breach us,
will cut deeper than we could've known
into some place beyond the marrow.

It's that place where pain and love 
swell together in a rapturous tide.

And I would never want anyone more.

I wanted to taste you forever.