You are wandering fingers,
hair, teeth, skin and bones,
a thousand empty promises
and one second away from what will be the end of me.
You, my dove, are white lightning and rolling thunder
to my cold steel rain.
You smell like childhood
and feel like everything I want against my skin.
You are rhythm and hands,
breath against my neck---hot like you, distant like me.
You are lost time and second chances,
First days of summer and long winter nights.
Your eyes are the rolling sea and with them you consume me.
Deep black chasms seem to coil and chain 'round my head as you gaze at me.
You are deep breaths and rustling leaves,
and you move me like merry-go-rounds and swings.
You are wee-hour conversations and dizzying laughter,
that first leap into cold water and the air that catches me on the way down.
You are ...mmm...and you are...oh...
but you are this---just this:
all I need.