The torrents of restless dreams and shallow seas
Where we were never meant to leave.
I hold you with me,
This incessant menagerie of craving and sin
Skin to skin, pulling each other in grasps and gasps and melting hearts
Melding in toiled sheets in dim rooms
With a TV on mute,
And Phantogram on repeat.

You reach for me, lips to lips
Fingertips like lightning
Eyes afire with depthless desire
Your arching back and pulsing waves
Revolving over me, dancing
With that playful gaze
That I still love.
I think of fireworks on the coast.

You've sent me to another world;
Every avenue is steamy sensation
Flooded with these animal cravings
And when you scream my name
To every god above
And every demon below
They will know
That we humans are not merely flesh and bone
But beings of sense, of touch and taste,
Of sight and sound and pheromone

We master the art of our nervous systems
In these bedrooms,
Or wherever
And become the envy
Of every lifeless atom
That knows not the glory,
No active participation
In this grand existence.
No exploding nerve endings, quaking every muscle
And no simple, splendid mornings with a lover asleep in your arms.

By: Forrest Jorgensen