I can still feel silky depths clamping with a fierceness you only show when the body says that I belong herelong after disappearing into you. Warm hands cup my face and my head restsagainst your chest as you ask me whatI really hear and see beating within you. It's different this time. I've told you before that it's a storm,the beating of beautiful and darkbut distant and scared wings. But this is the first time I've seen...

Every breath stirs the world when it's over and I'm still inside youthe smallest breeze gentle and barely rippling across your exposed skin,life spilled into your trembling form. This is when we are so much more. If I'm the constant glow,the Northern Star over and over,you're the universe left anew after every collapse of beautifulviolent celestial rainbows paintingand forming in the endless black. You'll feel me again on...

I want to watch the world explodefrom deep within your core,to see and move like you do. And I wonder what you glass now,those orbs burning with need as my back meets cool night grassand the sudden jolt surges with your heat enveloping me. All I see is a curtain of wild hair and the silver needlepointsthat seem punctured into the skyand for a moment I think of how small we must seem compared to above,two writhing creature...

There's blood with my name on it tonight,and I may never be coming back,it was always going to be ride or dieand I can't stop the coming tide.  You gave me something I can't name,something I don't know how to explain. But I made a made a few promisesand this is what I'll remember.... We drove here a long time ago,engine screaming along the blacktop,as wind tore through our clothesand you were almost rendered breathless,sh...

I went there years later whereyou whispered for us to meet. Wind quietly caressed the valleyand a faint sweetness hoveredas its own temporary ghostof lavender and iris and skin. And I already remembered the way my arms laced tightly around your waist,starlight gracing the young withits knowing incandescence like lightstill dancing and throbbing along edges of an extinguished constellation. And how you would make me never...

I can taste so much in your skin, the faint sweetness in the dusk wind,the tears you've shed in secret,a memory of soft earth and honeysuckleand your natural mysterious nectar. The fleshy pearl beckoning,already swollen with anticipationjust from the heat of an exhaled breath,nerves forever tuned to my quiet proximity. You had to have known thenhow much I wanted you. Such feral warmth answerswith a glistening slit parting...

We're on a dim rooftop at a high point in the city. Far below, the lights and signs glow in the distance like tiny needlepoints and vague neon rainbows. We're alone now, slipping away from a party. Everyone else either went to the street or balconies. I choose this out of impulse against my often calculated nature.  The wind is cold and steady. I brush strands of auburn tinged hair from your face and you giggle, both beca...

You wanted the words to haunt you,to give you something to hold on to,but I say it all in secrets,our own codes in the skin becausethe most careful intricacies betweenlovers often remain unseen In the damp dark long after this course of fire has ran,has left us to smolder,it has to mark beneaththe flesh to mean something. So you could still hold on to me whilethe grips of another's fever pushes inside,answers and ravages...

Winter has a different meaning for us,it reaches and enfolds you and Ilike some whisper between loversmaking our covenants in the dark,unafraid of what may pierce the heart. You remember how to open after a whileand I've known you in all seasons,spring rain on fingertips when you first touched my cheek softly as if I'd somehow break. Summer heat searing poreswhen our lips first metin the city and I was alreadylost in the...

And I can already feel the summer pulling away,soft and slowly like a lover receding into the night,into a darkness that can no longer be touched,where the heat in our blood has given wayto something like a hidden river of ichor. And maybe I'm still waiting for you there,to be enfolded and linked forever. And in that first touch it was too early to tellif it was meant to be a confessionor some kind of hidden promise to se...

If only I could map it out just once,I'm certain you would finally know. Because I can tilt your chin and name every light in the skywhen the night falls and we're leftwith nothing but glows that are the equivalent of temporarilyethereal ghostly glows. I could name them all and tell youthat beauty does not last forever,not in the ways humans chart itwith a desperate nostalgia for beforerather than holding what we have now...

Your hand enclosed over mine and always held tightly whenyou had me watch the stars,it was simple to look at the sky. You said it was something sacred To watch that soundproof lidof the endless heavens and notethe celestial lights pulsing so sightlyand I only asked you once why. Why it meant so much to you. You said to remember that each glowing pointis something that may already be gone,a flash that is encapsulated in th...

I knew the shape of your face as well as my own, but true contact marks us deeper than skin, beyond flesh and vapor into the ether,realizing that we can never go backto a world's beautiful axis without being suspended inside its crippling inertia. When pulled into eyes like glowing oceans,the strobing tetras in mysterious dark waters,vast enigmatic depths below such a glittering surface, a place I could long to be forever...

The mark will live on through these bodies,we're already disappearing into one another,it enters quietly and in that deep silenceyou're like a nocturnal flower blooming unseen,its wet shivery petals exposed in the moonlightas 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 agowhen your lips cru...

I was already unfolding before your hand took mine,and we had so many questionsabout words that only soulmatesshould impart through the mistwhen knowing there has to beso much more to you. I was already moving through you by then,that already belonged to us and us alone. And I was noting how every freckle and markwere living constellations connecting your skin,a celestial map that's always been glowing there,just waiting...