I run to your shelter tonight
Listening over – and over…
The words to fill a void.
I wish I could
Press my hand to your heart
Feel the strength and sinew
Wheeling galaxies and stars.
The stubble on your jaw
Would rasp my skin
As I caressed the smooth contour
Of your cheekbone,
Feeling blindly
Like a sculptor with marble
The soft creases in your cheeks
With weary fingertips.
You would capture me
And I cannot resist
A moan escaping from my lips,
Echoing inside your mouth
Like a prayer.
And we’re lost to all
When our worlds collide
And forgiving darkness falls.