I only know it when we touch, 
the heart becomes fissured
as if by a lightning strike, 
it only takes patient fingertips 

To generate this infinite current storming 
through channels no other can reach, 
the pursuit is never going to be singular, 
to ignite delicate blazes through your limbs, 
to possess you to the most raw core. 

You once burned for this, 
a starglow almost too radiant, 
too dangerous to hold on to
a constellation throbbing in my hands. 

I only know it when we touch, 
this effortless collision of beings, 
the fluid precision owned when bodies 
no longer sing of their own accord, 
it only takes the intricate dance 
of your breath dancing across this skin 

To tightly seal my mouth over yours, 
the murmurs are in no known language 
but they are understood all the same, 
to know the impulses driving us, 
the desperate universal prayer to be consumed. 

You once burned for this, 
our gravity's unstoppable pull, 
a starglow almost too searing, 
luminosity too dangerous to wrap around, 
a constellation collapsing in my hands. 

I can only feel it when we touch. 

When our bodies can no longer 
sing of their own accord.