Out Of Reach

Stay just out of reach*or fully contoured to me,*I'll want you the same,*but with different aches. I may never know more than*what your skin chooses to tell. And you may not yet know this distance,*the inklings of what you cannot touch,*following and filling the reservoirs*resting between us, inside us. You may have never known the way longing*can violently sweep through your seams,*or the dark rivers desire can cave us Ankara Escort in with. If I scan the waters long enough,*I'll see the shiny pools of your eyes,*tilting to the moon and whisperingmy name as lips taste your neck. That soft plane was more mysterious to me*than any distant unclaimed continent,*peaks and sudden turns already overtaking*me with their immediate Sincan Escort familiarity. When you stay just out of reach,*each touch from before possesses,*carries me to your undeniable proximity,*where you contour to places without names,*joining around them with a terrifying infinity. I may never know more than whatyour skin chooses to yield. And you may Etlik Escort not hold my heartwith chains or ropes,*your wires are invisible braidsI cannot touch. You may know all the tendons lacing bone,*the dark rivers making up my blood,*swimming to soothe every need*raging behind my eyes. If we hold still long enough,*you'll remember the way I flicker*and sing to your every cellwhen I'm deep inside you,*it's the passing of a secret,*a prayer before a universe bursts and reforms. When you stay just out of reach,*I want my aches to pour through you,*contour around and tie us together,*embodying me with the infinity of your body. I may never know more than whatyour skin confides in mewhen possessing and tasting*the reservoirs resting between us, inside us.