Afterwards we seem to stray together
towards some shapeless dream 
of beautiful echoes and vapor
and the smallest details now seem 
to be more important than ever.

Your silhouette in the alarm clock's glow
showing random freckles across your back
like marks made on a vague map,
hair spilled to point to each territory.

Those deep tangles unlocked,
fragrant curtains smoothed by knowing
fingers that have traced you inside and out,
I can breathe in such deep bliss
but I don't remember the sound anymore

While knowing I'll always
have to let you go.

We stray for now between
a past and present that will
collide with too much pain for me
but we get to keep certain things.

Like stars spread across the sky,
a small bedroom in our lonely city
where lights swell and throb
but nothing reaches us here.

You've told me all I need to know.

I don't remember the sound anymore,
only the taste of your lips proving
the softest pressure can 
leave us forever changed,
can burst in rainbows and spectrums
I can only see when we're wrapped together.

And I can breathe in the bliss when
your breasts press against me
and for just a moment
we shared human thunder.

I start to remember the sounds then.

And with a single breach inside I'll know
what sweet songs and dark secrets
reverberate in this delicate chord
aching to finally be plucked.

That irreversible thrumming
envelopes my swollen thick need,
squeezing to say to never stray,
that part of you can never let go,
your lips trembling against my neck
when I spill my entire being into you.

We won't remember the sounds later.

But the smallest details will
mean everything now.

Telling us everything
we need to know.