We quietly watched the night sky,counting the luminous pointsas our fingers lace together,I can still feel the suncooling from your skin.I begin to forget when we last exchanged a sound,you and I always communicate just as much through touch.It is not the quiet before the storm,what we are sharing now,no tension clings to this evening air,because I'm already near my most calm and still center.Flashes of later on already w...

Inseparable as a candelabra and wax,we reshape ourselves with each blaze,our insides simmer as we fumble to meet, to find the place where a touch told entire stories. Each question your flesh asked, the pressure of my tongue repliedto the thirst you've induced, parched for your folds and curves. You stay close to my eyes when I enter, the ones you called beautiful dark clouds, legs hook around and pull, a core grips and s...

You don't know whatyou do to me. Your tongue was like warm rain caressing the earth's unique shape, I've always been waitingfor such a storm. Silk threads brush my facewhen you lean in, any quiet space aching is brought to life. Your gentle heat becomes a force exactly when you command it to, my lips raw with yours as you edge closer than ever. The pale arc of a bare hipshudders with the slightest contact, and one of us a...

I wasn't the one you werewaiting for by the window,a glass of wine in hand each night,the same song playing in your head,the one about never dancing again.I heard nothing but the rain that night.Watching you mouth the words,the silent chorus swelling in your chest,raising some ghost through you in every place I can't see into.The air moved with your every step,accentuating the stillness between us,the contracting space I...

We are both exposed herebut have always been naked to one another.This once felt so invasive.The first time my palm moved down your spine,wondering what formed you, if you believe my handsare more than a vague echo. Every response suggests veiled consent,a feigned shyness I've always seen through.I'm more than trembling fromthe anticipation of contact,the culmination of seizing what needs reside in you.When I charge the w...

I cannot reassemble us alone,All the gifts remain unanswered, latitude and longitude have split this blossom.These waters will carry meback to where a torch was first lit.All the signals flow into me onceI reach this haven's deepest vein,where we are told through diagrams,storied glyphs adorning stone,woven with cartography.I see your name in everything here,your careful script in each grain of sand.This geography was mar...

I felt you move right through meto disavow my heart once, beating with a rage that time cannot uncouple. Miming what motions we believe make love, what language unpeels the forgotten cryof where we begin and then end in whispers, the deepening moans in between. Our soundtrack plays in no particular tongue, but this one is the most universal, a familiar spirit that dwells in the nectar, the open exploration that seals us a...

Our urgent skin mingled together,a flash of violet and whiteflashed across the sky,danced along your intricate formas we began to reach out.Our hands were so uncertain then,hearts booming in tune with thunder,muffling the very first gaspwe ever shared together.I wanted to press into you,into the mysterious thrumof two colliding.I close my eyes to absorb everything.The sound of rainfall late in the night,a fragrant breeze...

Hold me before we succumb to this rush,to this electricity where pressure alwaysquickens in breathless kneading and friction,steady your fluttering pulse with mine,slow this reckless dance down and listen closely.Voices will untether to speak from everywhere,from our curves, planes, and pores,asking if I've discovered you yet,if I will melt into your flowing riversthat I feel but do not yet see, if I'll tell you what I co...

If you feel time stop in your veins,an echo of when you once called me a heartless stray, fold the moment and press itclose to your cheek. Close your eyes and peel everything away, every crease and linethat made me. Nothing more existed for me then,I promise that someday I'll besomething more than love.If you feel some nocturnal yearning rise through your skin as if carried to you by the earth exhaling one vast warm rush...

There are no words between us as what has been building up,what has been coiling insideis finally unleashed.Animals let loosefrom their cagesShuddering when we pressed together,the most dangerous collisionI have ever known,skin to skin as we knewwe would always be.I give in to the furious pace you have set,you're all heat and motion,unable to caress and graspany one place for too long.We want it all.Our names no longer au...

I can turn everything over now,the list I've held so closely,close to me like a second skin,a record for what never happened,for what may have been lost.I'll just leave it all with youto do with what you willto separate the fiction and truth.It made more than enough sensethat your eyes mirrored the sky,that the shade of your hair matched a sunset's final flareBefore the dark swept over our hearts,before being near became...

I would say that even one second in your eyes would be enough,one more moment of the way your gaze meets and still minelike light held in a prism's chambers.But neither of us would believe that a fraction would ever suffice,it would only accentuate any absence, it would make us treat hearts as currency.And at times you may want far morethan I am capable of giving you,at times you will pull away from me,sensing me as some...

I never asked what gave me the right to draw such a fire from you,to feel the heat beckoning belowwhere we always know that lovers can only be turned to cinders so many times.I don't know if you are close enough yet to see the animal,the one that is left threadbare in the drug of your fragrance,the one that keeps so quiet nowTo quell this frenzy that always threatens to advance,I say nothing and retreatto reach out where...

I don't know if wewere ready for this, our threads are tangledenough already as it is.I'll say it's a story and nothing more, leave some mystery at the end that only we possess the clues to,intimate prose like a folded note I keep wherever I go.But I could never bring myself to hand it over to you.Keep me there fiercely protected,coveted and engraved in shadowas undulant skin ripples beneaththese hands once seized.I've be...