I can still hear her in the dark,breath and heartbeat as softthunder from a distant storm,a raw memory of perfume and hair,the tiny yet infinite harborpulsing between her thighs that I'm still somewhere enfolded in. Out of the body, into the ether,to make it more than matter,more than just our skin. And that's when I trace placeswhere I swear I see namesas she still sleeps spooned in our cocoonwhere it can never hurt and...

It was long ago and when we were full of light and motion.  The movie's screen bathed us in its electronic glow although our bodies were mostly silhouettes.  My fingers were running through your colored hair, silky strands of dark gunmetal blue, and along your neck the pulse isa far away drumbeat that was always crying out for something more,something rapid and raw and alive. Maybe it's because the light could stream out...

There's blood with my name on it tonight,and I may never be coming back,it was always going to be ride or dieand I can't stop the coming tide.  You gave me something I can't name,something I don't know how to explain. But I made a made a few promisesand this is what I'll remember.... We drove here a long time ago,engine screaming along the blacktop,as wind tore through our clothesand you were almost rendered breathless,sh...

I went there years later whereyou whispered for us to meet. Wind quietly caressed the valleyand a faint sweetness hoveredas its own temporary ghostof lavender and iris and skin. And I already remembered the way my arms laced tightly around your waist,starlight gracing the young withits knowing incandescence like lightstill dancing and throbbing along edges of an extinguished constellation. And how you would make me never...

I can still feel you there. Dancing to a different history,music floating in from another time,worlds away from that violent road,that was always love to me. Just remember it was only a little deaththat would seize your bare thighs,the kind that we all survive but are left forever changed fromwhere wheels move to bring usface to face again as strangers. Perhaps ready to love one another the right wayuntil I finally see ho...

The night would soon falland it could be the last timemy hands roam your body. It always begins without words,the chilly wind through your hair,fleeting sunlight through those silk spindles,a nearly still frame of concentrated fireburning in separate beautiful strands. A murmur rises from somewhere within that flame as my hands cup your soft face like the shape of a glowing tear when I moved in to taste your neck and reac...

I want to describe the place,where you think I amafter we've made love and our beings are spent. Your fingertips slowly roam across my bare chest insuch a gentle way that contraststhe way you raked before. And the afterburn is little morethan nerves torched and suppressing screams,I suppose such invoked violences are this quietand I'm taken back to a coast you knew nothing about. I'm back there alone watching the dark tid...

The sweet and salt of another,although already evaporated from bare skin,still remains a ghost of DNA between us,and I wonder if you can still feel it. Some difference between the fires,if you still burn where lips explored before or if you still tremble where mine were imprintedin the kind of unforgiving blaze you've craved. Maybe it's different for me. Where everything was once so invasivebecause it had a name and a pro...

I was close to you for so long and it was only through words at first,and to know I'm forever puncturedby something not made of skin or steel,to be torn from different wombsand always feel that you neverentirely left its fleshy darkness. It was something in your every shadowthat reached to touch me the most. I don't care what that says about me. I'll meet you in that nocturnal meadow one day. We don't have to name it yet....

It was supposed to be about bodies. You remember that much more afterand even though we're still enjoined,sharing the damp night air of your roomand so cocooned in human heat,it would be easy to melt into nothing else. Then I'd be immune to consequence,I'd be immune from foreshadowing. But part of us has already parted. It's only natural we return to ourselves. Your eyes have already flashed,I've already surrendered to it...

You'll already have my name but sometimesI forget the pull this will imply. You still took my hand and beganto gently instruct me in the dark,I used to need lights for this,to slowly part the unknown. Everything can be learned from there. It was more than my hands roaming ina rush to explore what demands patience,something to halt time's unforgiving marchand know the difference between hushed breathslike the songs you had...

I'll give up the ghost soon enough. But right now you still taste like wineand too many sweetnesses I cannot name. It was the last time that starswere radiating in your eyes,ghostly flares like a hearth glowingas this engine sped us through the valley,through that winter when we first met. I need to hold on to that cold nowto remember how warm you were. And if we rewind from there,back to your small room wherethe softest...

The night belongs to you,its spectral glows upon your framereminds me that there are pieces,fragments of you with me thatI won't be able to give back. Such pain once made us dangerous. It's become something much morethat will bind us together. And I'm always waiting for your touch to take me out of the dark,that's when you'll tell me everything. But I don't want the mysteryof such sweetness to be revealed. Not yet. And I...

After we are a tangle of limbs braided,our heat encased within blanketsand our still, feverish forms,I try to listen to the endless beautiful code that your heart makes. You're always trying to tell me somethingwhenever we're not using words. This live wire between us speaks. I hear you more in the reverb,breathe you between the beats,no matter how my fingertips touch. No matter what notes we'll hum. We'll hear and know m...

The song flowed through meas I once moved through you,deeper than any known note,without pride or question. It sang of something so distant,a bond I wanted to touch or torch,maybe I was just jealous,craving a tie so sacred. Maybe it just proves thatmy heart is too voyeuristic. I can almost feel it with my fingertips,on the precipice of what I have lost. I can almost sing in a note that reaches youdeeper than any song your...