More and more I understand
Feeling the warmth of your hands on my face, my back.

The fog of your breath on my glasses, the imprints of you.
The expansion of your chest is so alien to me.

I watch as I slip into your stories.
Your hot lips pouring unimaginable intimacies into me.

I can't help but feel I know you,
Know the flesh of your mind as well as the contours of your body.

Coupled with you feels filling as if I can escape into your openings.
Seep into your welcoming embraces and be unbothered, free.

And yet, sometimes you stutter or twitch,
Break up the carefully chosen rhythm of us.

And I am reminded of our confounding and complete separateness.

Your soul shines so brightly sometimes as if to scare my own.
I try not to shrink from you, oh how I love your shrouded glances.

But, I can't help the splash I make, as I slip away.