your silent form
heaves with each somber breath
the curve of your spine
eased against my thigh
lover
the acute sensation
of your hips leaking secrets upon mine
the arch of my neck making
love to your lips
my heart, so hesitant in our movements
a pulsing tangle of misguided pleas for safety
has fallen for
the way your ribs whisper me stories
and the way your skin is woven and pressed
with such truth
and, oh god
the way your eyes ricochet and burn with
EVERY WAY I'VE EVER NEEDED
ANOTHER PERSON'S HAND IN MINE
i am a grateful soul to the altar of the way you say my name and
i could fall asleep in the gentle slope of your lips.