First Poem For You (Kim Addonizio Tribute)

During the night and morning I love to touch your skin when the thick darkness
Swallows us both whole so there is nothing but blackness or barren starkness
Swirling around us like an emotional tornado, making it extremely problematic
To see anything at all, but I know you like the back of my hand and like the static
Noise of a television that does not get turned off. I know your chest hair that I run
My slender fingers through night after night, spent after making love until the sun
And it’s rays come up to meet the horizon like the frolicking ocean waves greeting
The shoreline. I love to kiss or trace the dark contours of your sweaty skin, heating
Up with every kiss or touch. Could all of this be as permanent as a tattoo? Because
I know when we really wake up and watch it being all over, something might cause
A shift, change or something that makes us question love. Thoughts of something so
Thrilling yet terrifying keeps me up as I am trying to understand, unravel and grow.
 
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