You feed like I want to,
air palpitating with signals,
symbols that cannot be seen,
only traced by curious tongues.

I want it to be marked
upon skin and bone,
carve the runes out
slowly before you go.

So I know how to be taken.

Have you noted the changes yet?

The differences that are told,
etched from beyond another's walls,
the way a face begins to tilt
like petals following the sun
towards your soft fingertips

As you trace new alien shapes,
a sensual mosaic that called out
in hints and whispers promising
so much more to come.

And whispers become screams
as you simply burst into love.

You love like I want to,
eyes that always see through
with the current beneath words,
looming over without once
touching this feverish skin.

Body palpitating from the symbols,
crossing some border more intimate,
to trace this ceaseless want
where I must go inside to matter.

I want to be marked all over,
upon skin and shivering bone,
all territories to helplessly tilt
at the sound of your name.

Carve out the runes
slowly before you go.

Have you noted the changes yet?

An etching of your passion
across rainbows and stars,
winding caves and burning glades,
flowers that only open in moonlight,
the secret continent you have torched.

As you trace foreign hearts,
a sensual mosaic that calls out
in the most hushed urgent plea
of so much more to come.

I remember that our whispers
can only end in screams.

Because you love like I want to.