Unearthly

I want your soul to unearth mine
I want them to dance bare skinned
to enumerate each moment of bliss with shyly abrupt inhales
and beautifully amatory exhales.
I want your body to be my terrain,
my lips to patrol its grounds,
my hands to replenish its fields.
With my lips on your neck
I’ll mimic the rawness of the sunset
I’ll describe to you every colour it holds
I’ll tell you about every angel that soars in its core
Then I’ll put my mouth on yours and recite free verse -
I’ll replicate its rhythm
I’ll enunciate its best syllables
I’ll articulate its wittiest wordplay's
I’ll let my teeth demonstrate to you what thrills me.
Then I want our fingers to be intertwined
as we bask in the emanation of each others aura
I want the earth to chant of our synergy
I want our souls to feel an unclothed closeness
When our lips collide I want our souls to swallow each other,
our halos to get entangled,
and my fingers to tell a story of war through your hair.
Our skin to digest each others touch
Our awareness of one another to be unearthly
I want our souls to be barefoot when you chase after me,
naked when you catch me,
and bound as they fall into the soil of each others energies.
They’ll speak to each other in tongues,
communicating in a language they created together.
We will drift and remain
simultaneously.
And then we'll knit our souls into a tapestry,
Never to know the cold again.