Intimate Words

We have had each other

There is truth 

In those words 

My bare skin

Has pressed 

Against your own

Over 

Night

Over years of us 

But just 

Your lips 

Have been so intimate 

As this 

As these words

That were 

For you

In the quiet

Darkness

Of our room

We were never so close

As when we

Shared 

That air

Tucked 

Beneath our tongues

As luck

Would have these lips

Becoming numb

Pressed 

Hard and hot

Against

The traces of our 

Simple

Silent

Serenades

Sung with ardor

Into blades

Of grass

We laughed 

Against as

We pretended

To be deep 

And of the earth

Warm, sustaining,

Organic

Almost so natural

We forgot to taste

The panic

That traveled 

On vices

Through our veins

The pain

Slowly 

Becoming unbearable

Too bright 

To see 

What was right in front 

And we 

Were 

Nomads now

On roads alone

Melancholy

Memories 

Thrown

Into suitcases 

Packed away 

For later

Forever

To visit only when

We needed to remember

The why of us 

Undone

And how it was

Absolutely 

Necessary 

Lessons vary

But I am learned 

Of only one

Never were we 

So intimate 

So close

As the 

Nights that we chose

To reach deep

Inside 

And offer 

Secrets tied

To souls

Exchanged 

Somewhere between 

Our fingertips 

Our whispering 

And the aftermath

Of throes