The mark will live on through these bodies,
we're already disappearing into one another,
it enters quietly and in that deep silence
you're like a nocturnal flower blooming unseen,
its wet shivery petals exposed in the moonlight
as proof that all beautiful things eventually part.

I couldn't see the brilliance in your eyes yet.

I don't know what flows from you then,
all I can taste is that first kiss so long ago
when your lips crushed against mine 
during a sudden feral summer storm,
the strange perfume of rain-soaked skin
and secrets fuming from your pores
like the mist of some forgotten dream.

All I could do was breathe you in,
fold you into my lungs to know 
what it was like to still a world.

I know you've always been here. 

It's proof that all beautiful things eventually part
but we'll still get to always keep this,
the moment we were rendered raw.

The mark will flutter through our beings,
we are already disappearing into one another,
it enters quietly and in that soundless cocoon
of your hair curtaining and shielding our faces,
you soon bloom as an unseen nocturnal flower,
oblivious to time's maddening reach,
only swaying to the rush of your own tide.

I could see the brilliance in your eyes.

I know what flows from you then,
you were taken back to that first time
when it was already frighteningly familiar,
how we crashed into each other
and could read the frequency screaming
through every nerve ending singed in
the oblivion that follows signaled bliss.

We seemed to remember little afterwards,
the stillness almost betrayed how your frame
couldn't stop writhing above me before,
the air was a thick stormy mist,
the strange perfume of rain-soaked skin.

All I could do was breathe you in,
 the sky had opened up as you pointed out
all the stars you memorized the names of,
it was almost unnerving to see the animal
in you now so calm and vulnerable while
speaking about those distant ancient fires,
how your eyes glistened in their heavenly flares
is proof that all beautiful things glow.

It's proof that our marks contain worlds
far beyond when a body may part.

I know you've always been here.