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 is
a 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 of us at any moment, 
but I won't ever forget the way you tasted, 
the possessive glimmer in your eyes
surfacing for the very first time.

A nerve had been touched,
left too exposed.

It was long ago and when 
we moved with an animal grace.

It was before we would drive through
blinding neon night and you said
don't slow down this time,
engine screaming until the city
was merely a distant visage of itself
and we're only left with lone silver 
needlepoints puncturing dark skies

And when your lips crashed against mine again
it's as if I'm finally tasting starlight,
the beautiful phantom of glows still racing
through unfathomable celestial paths 
to just barely touch us years later
like a flash of our most intimate memories.

My fingers ran through gunmetal blue hair
as bare thighs straddled over me,
hard flesh piercing the true fire,
a sheen of nectar glistening over
the melting point of our world
where you were crying out for more.

Maybe it's because the light could
flee from us at any moment,
it may leave us too raw,
an emptiness throbbing in
the core you pulled me into where 
I always long to be sheathed
and all that comes to matter 
will be how we mark each other here.

It was long ago before I knew
a nerve would be touched.

Left too exposed.