heat on your skin

I wish to speak, of your neck, sweat dripping down your skin

rolling onto mine as you smile

of the light across your back, lighting up our room

of our hearts, racing

your colours shimmering, changing

of my eyes, flashing into you

piercing

and holding.

I wish to speak to you, but

words are gone and all I hear is music,

the faint lilt of fey and fiddles and moors

of dirt and joy and sky

of teeth and darkness, held in rapture, together.

My lips whisper softly

My fingernails, dig deep

blood races under skin and eyes and nerves,

seeking

to eat and drink and breathe you in

I wish to speak

but the moon tolls louder

my voice, lost

to mouths and nods and smiles

and I wish

to hold you

as we rest.

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