It shouldn't have to hurt so much. You said her name and I knew that something had already changed,the slightest curvature in lips can move an entire world whileenraptured by words that glow inside me,you always knew how to go much deeper,to do more than just break the skin.  I still see the sun stream through your hair,the glimmer of soft fire splashing against crimson,the way your eyes held a certain distant sparkchargi...

We took you to the shore in secret,body carefully bundled upon fruitwood,a pyre blazed and lapped near the watersof the same ocean that claimed my love. Before that we covered you in oils, perfumes, salts, and more wine than you had ever consumedto carry with you beyond the ether,all else ephemeral and given to ash. Proof that flesh does not matter to the element engulfing it. The fire would render your heart nakedas if i...

A car whips down the road, whirring, wind flying through your auburn locks. It's just cool enough to not be summer but not quite autumn, seasons suspended.  You look at me and your eyes are brimming with love. I see the ocean in them. You lean over and gently kiss my cheek for no reason, which is the best reason of all.  Your hand squeezes mine as we drive at night, the streets glowing, turning up the music, a song we bot...

I came from the old country and didn't understandeverything that she said when we went out. It didn't seem to matter as the car screamedfurious friction over the blacktop and her facetold me to just keep driving faster untilcity lights splashed against alabaster skin,the perfect canvas for these new rainbowsto dance along before flickering back into the dark. I could say none of this to her but she will ask for me to tell...

You were not mine but I still held onalmost too tightly as if you were,as if denying the body a momentcan really prove its own longing. Together it is almost too much to keepsome sense of infinity blossoming between us.  But the smallest details belong to no one. The way we would cling in our sleepbecause the quiet after is when we become the most tender,and you'd smell sweet like summer rain,you would forget your own lon...

You seem to be looking for the familiar. There's so much I want to tell you. I can't describe how I first enteredthis frenzied torrent of open thighsand hands clasping together as if we knew the ache of the unknown always waiting to be reached. But I want to tell you it's lightning through my veins when we release,ion furies I will never understand,that your nectar is a perfume taking methroughout all things painful and s...

The flameglow kisses her curves with every unstable flicker,skin even warmer before needy lipsmeet the inviting craned dip of her neck. It would hurt too much to believe thisbliss can only be breathed in by the young. We'll still move in tandem towards firelight,both aglow and carefully shadowedin the most ancient warmth dancing,it has and always will be. Her mouth melts against mine the same,the perfect flow of sweetness...

It's her body's mysterious calligraphy,a flourish of what marks have made her into the feverish form folding and unfolding,humming as if the body is being sung to,some tender coda reaching past singed nervesand stars swarming against a gathering darkness. Closer to the quiet sweetness beyond oblivion. The soft gasp made is even more powerfulthan thunder because of how quickly it ebbs away,how the smallest note invokes the...

You were watching a still indigo sky,eyes darkening with the hush of night,and I wanted to know what wasbegging to flicker through you,thumb grazing the tear slowly makinga clear river before being kissed away,featherweight forces yet so demanding. Salt never tasted sweeter. Your face soon burrowed into my neckand something raw had awakened,nuzzling where a pulse helplessly rises,the scent of your hair a warm breeze,untet...

The searing heat between usis both somehow ephemeraland reaching into something eternalbut may be a spirit that begins to pull away and elude us with agewhen we always swear we needto just feel something more.  And it scares me to think this,that we can never truly know anyone,it all must come far too naturally,I don't think we'd ever leave our hearts this naked on purpose. It would be pointlesswithout the passion. The wo...