Loving Words Unspoken.

Loving Words Unspoken.

Carrying us down into that liquid place again where we meet without talking, even though sometimes we are talking, where we laugh without making a sound, the punchlines floating off untethered and the corners of your mouth tilting up like commas around some beautiful phrase we do not have to try to remember.

Wedge my knee between your thighs and slip my fingers into you again, let them be glazed with human light and lift them to my lips, let them tell me what they have found.

I will kneel before the sunset of your skin, its Golden tone beginning to blush, evenly, every cell inspired to read, pushing toward that ruddiness of purpose, that sing.

Your hands wrapped around the tendons of my wrists to holding me there, hovering over me like clouds before a storm, the enormous thunder and then the rain.