Our urgent skin mingled together,
a flash of violet and white
flashed across the sky,
danced along your intricate form
as we began to reach out.

Our hands were so uncertain then,
hearts booming in tune with thunder,
muffling the very first gasp
we ever shared together.

I wanted to press into you,
into the mysterious thrum
of two colliding.

I close my eyes to absorb everything.

The sound of rainfall late in the night,
a fragrant breeze weaving between the droplets,
the music made from their inevitable impact,
it all reminds me of you.

Your beauty blooming in the tense dark,
racing over me and then gone
before I can truly understand
what opened you to me,
what made us partners
in this most delicate dance.

Tell me what urgent need
drew you this close to me,
made your touch imprint itself
permanently through my being.

What made your soft hands reach out
to bridge this lonely space?

This division of bones and clamoring flesh,
this song paused by our parting.

I'd rather there be no words then.

I'd rather occupy that
soundless final still of contact
with what we long to hear,
create some elusive spirit
we almost know the entire shape of.

This won't be enough one day
for either one of us,
but it's all we've been able to hold
and take together for now.

I know that having more would
reside in some mysterious frequency
we can't yet close in on,
some brink we wish to reach
keeps holding it at bay.

Keeps its brilliance from glimmering
further than these set borders.

But we're both more fragile
than anyone will ever know,
my hand entwined with yours,
one word passing through your lips
may be all it really takes.

I want to no longer question
the mysterious thrum preceding collision,
to no longer wonder who exists
on the other side of your skin.

The side where I can be more to you
than just a retracting silhouette,
the echo of a plucked inner chord,
you deserve so much more.

I close my eyes to absorb you.

The sound your heart makes
against mine late in the night,
sometimes the beat is impatient,
sometimes its meticulous rhythm
signals an impetuous blaze,
the crescendo in this
most delicate dance.

Tell me what urgent fever
coursed through your blood,
what opened you to me.

We're both more fragile
than anyone will ever know,
the way you bloom over me
may be all it really takes
to make us never pull away again.

We deserve at least that much.