You wanted me to write something for you that could cut deep and soothe all at once, but you know that I don't everbelieve in ever penning half measures. I don't want to write about butterflies or go on about how fates meet. You have loved me at my worst, that's exactly where I should start. How you saw something shimmering through the countless broken fragments that still spill through my heart, how you touched those jag...

It would be easy to succumbto the rhythm your body weaves,relentlessly grinds against me, what can that dance now reveal that my heart hasn't already clutched?And like an arrow drawn out from the safest silken quiver,a darkened faith steadied the aim, never once missed its animal mark.So tell me what I can't already discover as we mergewhen you're trembling against a wallas all space contracts to makeyou and I the entire...

I once arranged songs for you, plucked from a collection that hums through my nights, melodies that summon nothingbut the beats and codes we found.The first is about a last kiss,just one before I go,and that always and foreverare hands on clocks too differentto keep on turning together,to keep from hurting each other.Another has no words at all,an instrumental river of warm notesabout the way you can move me, coiling and...

I only go back later on,after a flurry of skin,clamoring limbs and lipsracing to some unseen line. After you fall asleep is whenI remember little things.I rewind again to seethe way a smile in candlelight radiates your entire face,curves unnoticed before .A trick of the flickering light,a photographic anomaly,tiny pockets aglow in dimplesbloom across brilliant irisesand remind me that we speak volumes through the electric...

The wind stirred something today,warmth fluttering through clothes,through earth and swaying treesfrom where you have taken me.Branches are a dark outlinelike crooked wires linked across the clear evening skyas a finger gently hushes my lips.You say to not give this a nameas your hand tightens around,squeezes my lingering ache,our pulses finally know one another,quickening in silent communiqués.We destroy too much in the...

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 markedupon skin and bone,carve the runes outslowly 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 tiltlike petals following the suntowards your soft fingertipsAs you trace new alie...

I know of what you speakI have been there you see.There was a day not so long agowhen I looked like youas he looked at me.  Our eyes caressed each other gentlyand his world is what I was.I remember it so clearlyhe could never get enough. Standing in his presenceas he tended to his business.He would glance across the roomit was me there in his vision. He could guide me without speakingwith a smile or a nod.And his eyes, th...

To become what beckons my bloodinto a searing needful stream,the hex whispered against my neckbefore lying in this surrender.You cannot pull away just yet.Where you should have been guarded,teeth broke the fruit's skin open first.The nectars drizzle down in thick sugary rivers,I cannot wait to taste you,to lap up this unique essencelike waves breaking against shores.You would be the infinite ocean then,at times so peacefu...

You have your lash and I have my own, marks and stings blossom across your flesh in order to make a home. A little more pain would make the whole heart follow next, veins would surge to the ghost note, pauses amplifying the impact in between. Mine always goes inward, some dark quiet inverse that would be a mirror to yours if you could still peel beneath. Our darkness would then know exactly where to meet. Where desire str...

You've intrigued me, just a little peek and nothing more. There's time for the undoing,the slow crawl of stars edged towards glowing dawnsWhen you'll unlock from meand take the memory of ushaving no beginning or end. Until that early summer morning, streets slick with the previous rain that was our deafening chorus. Until that precise moment you drive home to be alone and my apartment's full of ghosts.Just a peek for now,...

There will be nothing gentlein what you have incited,the feral core animatedby a curious breach.Your secrets have been kept long enough and I have no more to hand over now, like faint premonitions humming in the air,you'll know everything once this distance closes. Just like how my back curved into a helpless trembling archwhen your lips sealed aroundand began to devour me. Or when I was quenched by ambrosia throbbing fro...

You think passion came from some other bloom, a shivering vinecalling out your name. There is a differencebetween rope and lace, love. Maybe I cannot ignite youthe way that others can, whether it's a matter of fire not blazing bright enough to illuminate your hidden cells. Or maybe the words play a part, but not everything you say is poetry, your words cut much deeper than a lovely skilled metre. I'm still covered in ridd...

Beneath all of your careful layers, hands find you longing in the dark, at your most raw and vulnerable, you whisper to go slow this time. To awaken you softly nowwith warm fluttering kisses, lips puckered over a tender nipple, trembling from the heartbeat traveling along a low whimper. The brief sound was that mystic dialect between loving patience and blind impulse, the current beneath sweeping us away into where our so...

I always have a taste for you,feel the heat calling out to me,the silent signal to part open.To press your wetness against me,the slow curve inwardsstops breath for just a moment,pausing to let me hear the tornadowrapped around your turbulent heart.I've survived many storms before but I don't want safety anymore.Even if it's going to hurt,I'd rather be torched than to know embers cooled to dust for nothing.Just remember t...