we’ll have our day

Trace the thump thump thump with your finger, feeling tiny reverberations beneath the marsh and marrow.  Pulled together with cotton and cool breezes.  This bed is our island, this room our country, this house our world.  Pay no mind to the comets crashing against our atmosphere.  You’re safe now, secluded from the screams and secure in the handcuff of my arms.  We are perfect, lying in the inky black of bundled silk, lip petals and onyx eyes.  We are supple cannibals, one body nourished by the other, fragrant skin and warm throats.   

And we are disgusting.

But only by other people’s standards, of course.  We’re an aberration born from texts and timid minds.  We were an alignment or accident or maybe a divine delegation.  We don’t know and we don’t care.  Our lips come together the way the clouds kiss the sky and that’s all that’s ever made sense to us, all we ever needed to know.  Bursting suns and burning rays of need.  Undulating heat and hunger.

Ignore the bang bang bang at the door and keep focus on the fullness, this bed, this rhythmic flow.  Mind this medicine, unlocked and measured out in mouthfuls.  This is not unholy.  This is ethereal and beautiful and above us all, this gift, this flesh, these nerves and electrical currents teasing transcendence.  I’m inserting the key to God’s house, opening the door for us to enter and evolve.  Together.  This is us, pulled apart from the masses and cast into the cosmos.  Mute out the mouths on the other side that tell us we are wrong.  They don’t know love, only lassitude.  We are not filth.

But yes, we can still be dirty.

Feel the scratch scratch scratch along my back, marking territory on pale skin.  Red lines of belonging, parallel to past scars.  No one can breach these barriers but you, switching over with soft words and gentle moves.  Waves and waves and waves, blood rushing through my eyelids, feeling fuller and falling deeper in love.  Ignore anything but the bustle of breath, the tension in your tendons, the quickening flood of chemicals.  Snapshot the stars spiraling behind your eyelids.  Revel in the release of fluid and fear, shuddering in sameness.  Now we are one.  I am all you’ve ever been and you have become all I’ve ever aimed to be.  My love, lower your lashes to the noise at the threshold of death. 

When the fire dies outside, we’ll have our day.