Out among the glittering stars,the plumes of clouds touchthe sky like sleepy ghosts.I'll find you there,in this life and all others.Out among an ocean of spiritsflying soundlessly skyward,cascading glows cover endless flight.Lives flash through me the closer and closer I get,every song and dance that loversfound the other half of a heart in.I'll find you there,in this life and all others.

I do not need to command you,the words never leave lipsto map the way you glideyour hot tongue alongmy quivering length.Darkness senses darkness, after all,and words need not shape us here,the tactics of rendering you still,as if I can only drink beauty in as you patiently wait for adoration...I do not need such strategyto make you suddenly yield,dripping with a need to be filled,to be marked from the inside.I know there'...

The need is telegraphed throughthe electricity in your eyes,the constellations and rainbows readyto implode in the most brilliant burst.The need is unraveled in the smallest moments.Curious lips brushacross a smooth neckline,a taste of showered skinwhile slowly inhaling you.Fingertips play a tunein the dark narrow room,meeting in the primal marrowof our quivering song.I want the compressed quiet intensity of those small m...

Something blossomed in your eyes,the spark that all poets know,chase syllables for lifetimesin order to describe it...The beauty and ache of knowing,of breathing in another to hold an essence inside until it becomes words.I loved you without touching you,our maps never crossed foryou hid in the dark too long.But words are oblivious,able to travel without lightand touch us across time.And I may not knowthe ether you swam i...

You think that you knew the way my heart was shaped, every vein mapped and memorizedthe exact beat against yours.But you only measure in rhythm, never the precision in pitch, the subtle notes that strainedto call out to you beneath. I was already lost in the moment,fading fire couldn't extinguishthe light I saw in your eyes,just remember the way I held onwhen you say I don't knowwhat it is to truly need someone.An elixir...

As the summer draws near,the air thick with memory,I'm drawn back to you.The naked lines of your flesh,glistening from hot rain,sticky sweet lips hush me.As we pulled off the road,close to where you staybut never seem to live,fireflies swirled aroundthe darkness gathered in us.Pulled so close to me, we emit our own kind of light,glows from trembling galaxies,your eyes were soft lanterns,searching for what I can never give...

I'll keep your touch like a secretsewn just beneath the skin,so when you run away, I don't have to be quite ready to go let you go.And I wish it could be sweeter,the taste of your kiss and breathing you in,I wish it didn't hurt us to be closer than this.I was too passive to chase and claim with the same raw force you could so easily sweep me away with,the force that others use,illuminate you with in ways I cannot.But I do...

Whatever you are, however I flicker in you, passions shivering down to the barest root.The same animal broke us from each other, one you've promised may come to help us move openly together, fold into one forever.Raw joy streamed through our entirety, gooselfesh resting still to naked eyes, but even the most patient lens doesn't glass everything or touch some tiny contours to see closer, to feel what continuously hums ben...

Impatient heat flees from glistening parted lips, lingers as a soft whimper hangs in fragrant still air, you surge suddenly now for intrusion, to end this deliberately slow dance of ours.Lustrous nectar drizzles before fingers even explore, silken walls now pumped relentlessly, without warning,thighs rendered helpless with rhythmic shudders when I flicker, massage side to side, pressurized circles trace the treasurebeggin...

We seemed to be words and skin, just seeking passage,some part of you may never return to me.It could have been no other way,our roaring need,this incandescent edge.Something opens in youwhen longing grips,clenches around so tight,I can only answer the call in shivers.Even with the knowledge that I cannot be touched the same afterwards.To see you glow so brightas you sheathe flesh,my hand still cannot grazethe firelight f...

We embrace unseen tonight,shadows that refuse to know this hunger without piercing,without being stretched from within.Do not mention the voices nearby or the way your muffled gasp may travel through the cool air,graze an ear like warm dewy mist.My own voice may travel, too,but you will only know the low groanbecoming a murmur along your neckas you grind back against me.Through this dark tangled webof foliage and flowers...

It was something so very simple, only complicated by memory's kindlingwhen we sought out what torcheswould light the way back to each other. So I'll tell you what I remember, no sugary wistful longing because I'm already too tempted to mythologizeyou and I into something else. You'd rather know I was clutching the raw epicenter of this instead. I remember your hand reaching out, almost hesitating once you sawhow I tremble...

Not yet, your voice fluttered, look closer...Our lips shuddered with promise,anticipation's ephemeral stillnessgripped all else inside the dream.I'm not usually swept into immediacybut I was already dreaming in a fieldof fragrant orange and yellow flowers,of crimson locks glowing in the sun.The slight curve in a shy sweet smile,shadows making little silhouettes across freckles.Not yet, your voice fluttered, look closer......

Whenever you're gone, the ache is a phantom limb, shivering with tense needin this perfumed dusk. We are far past conversation now, what we have to say is bound in the language of touch, lips awakening true speech as you finally take me. Some ghost hungers us, burns in the deep dark night, and whatever happens now, do not let go of me. Your moves mean more when we meet here, the subtle hinges of bones, the hallows and sha...

Your voice races over me, eyes seal shut as you become more than skin, a narrow, pure universe, all possessive chords. The initial timbre can easily melt, liquify and reshape meinto smooth limbs lain still, movement tuned to only you. Every throb in a whisper's current envisions the dripping blossom, a fragrant, silent parting. The frequency found in the lightest touch, notes become kindlingwaiting for a lone spark, an ex...