I will meet him under cover of darkness
not because there are secrets to keep
but because we like the feel of each others solitude,
where fewer people are awake in the world.
His eyes shine electric black.
While sleep lulls most in unconscious grip
we are a fire moon rising
tasting each other like empty cocktail shakers
licking the condensation from our skin
daring to go there,
in voices like shedding sin.
I press myself against the window of him
to see the startling view of us on the other side
his ocean wide and deep, with currents strong
a monolith of cheekbone
inside the back of my mouth
of moving flesh
until I burn
resonating long lines
a tuning fork, for him
taking him in
body and whole
never seeking refuge
all that’s left of me to let go
head thrown back
this is what it feels like
this is what it means
to reshape oxygen
to be engulfed in a wave of a thousand things more powerful than me
to let him vanquish my scars
run a wire taut around my open heart
© 2010 mstrace
I am a rocking chair. Back and forth and back and forth. A pendulum of need swaying in and out of light and dark. I want to broken. I want to be saved.