your breathing,
motions in darkness
at the stillest hour
deepens me,
then suffocates.

and i fall

into places where time
stretches for infinity,
touches down at never
then desperately grasps
for always.

i close my eyes,
lying somewhere in-between
where all my absolutes
suddenly become uncertainties.

the edges are blurred
as darkness dissolves corners,
melts them in their blessed finitude
of inked desert nights
and ribboned highways.

but highways end as well,
not in great thunders
but quiet trickles,
whispers
of beds we’ve shared
in that haze between
reality; dreams.

after hours of coltrane
on nights of laughter,
nights of tears,
nights of endless *******
and surrender

where whispers dance in fantasy
fading into a reality
of one truth,
your truth,
ours,
arms and lips,
searching hands and sweat-soaked bodies,
wandering eyes,
dripping words.

and the scent of our balancing flesh is my only salvation.