Hands compose forbidden psalms,
over fields of yielding calm;
sighs are stitched in velvet seams,
woven deep in hidden dreams.
Curtains fall and stars ignite,
flesh and soul entwine in flight;
embers draw their secret kiss,
waltzing through uncharted bliss.
Breath against the trembling skies,
maps the longing in our sighs;
arched in quiet, sacred plea,
sealed within eternity.
Fingers script on silken skin,
poetry of sins within;
moons collapse to tender moans,
breaking into whispered tones.
Every glance, a siren's call,
pulls the shadow from the wall;
no word needed, no decree,
just the pulse of you and me.
Clothes like autumn leaves descend,
truths like rivers find their bend;
bare before the breath of time,
we undress both flesh and mind.
Beneath the weight of our sin,
beats a music made within;
hearts that shatter, then rebirth,
carve their Eden in the earth.
Hungry is the velvet dark,
where our souls ignite the spark;
lips unseal the gates of flame,
chanting softly each lost name.
Tides of warmth that pull and break,
oceans quiver, mountains shake;
lost between each gasping light,
we succumb to sacred night.
Your murmur is carved in bone,
soft, delirious, my own;
touch baptizes weary flesh,
till all broken fears refresh.
Through the labyrinth we dive,
where the buried flames revive;
every gasp, a mortal hymn,
sung beyond the world's dim rim.
Bitter, sweet, our bodies plead,
written in unspoken need;
in the hush of tangled sheets,
truth and longing fiercely meet.
Clocks dissolve and walls collapse,
with each pulse, with each relapse;
only breath and fever know,
where the deepest rivers flow.
Sweat and laughter mix and rise,
fragrant like the morning skies;
we, unashamed, bare and true,
sail through storms of me and you.
Thus we dance where fires sleep,
thus we fall into the deep;
comfort bound with reckless gleam,
lost in one unending dream.