Heavy as twilight on the brow of morning

our bodies

hum sweet.

The Earth’s core and bodies

are conduits for burning.

Pleasure is the mantle on which we float.

I close my eyes and you’re standing full frontal

piercing eloped visions of flesh rubbing flesh.

Darkness, whole breaths, healing spaces 

Where it’s okay to say no.

I open my eyes and all is burning

because all isn’t real

If isn’t you

and me,

love,

Our bed bright blue aflame

with galaxies

coming home 

coming home.

Gravity does what it does

and my heart seeps through the ether,

where there’s you,

a phantom of being lost

out there in blank 

space.

I imagine what my fingers

cannot catch.