I'll believe every story that your touch implies,
your skin is like something I read long ago,
the specifics long since forgotten
but the message is a familiar vapor
carried wherever I will go.

Make me remember you again.

Make my blood surge until
I'm all sensation and instinct
submitting to where you lead,
my back against a damp tree.

The sky's thunder identical
to the pulse that your hands conduct,
but there's no music here,
no delicate strings to pluck,
no tribal drum pounding
to announce your hunt.

Just pressure expanding skyward,
like this shockwave ready to unfold within,
the thermal element of your proximity,
the stillness just before contact,
before the sky tears open and pours.

I'll believe everything your lips imply
when they search for mine in this heat,
closing this unbearable distance
of summer mist and furious rainfall.

Make me need you again.

Make my lips the red wine
yours surge against until
we're both completely intoxicated,
our every breath a familiar sweet vapor.

The explosions across the sky
identical to the pulse your hips conduct,
an undeniable rhythm sways
even though there's no music here.

There's a dangerous symmetry
to us and the sky now,
an instability of elements
that can still create something

As beautiful as intimate whispers,
like rain hissing along the wind,
something as uncontrollable as longings
that unfold as stories our bodies
can tell to one another.

I'll believe each one that your embrace implies,
when your lips furiously wrap around mine,
when you become a storm

And make me remember us again.