Element: Void

Void

This is where there is nothing;

Nothing between us, nothing around us,

Nothing but us.

No space as I enter you,

No distance as you clench me,

No time but that told by the beating of our hearts.

We singular are, one from many,

And nothing exists but your nails in my back,

My breath on your neck,

My hands under you, lifting you,

Your eyes holding me, lifting me.

We are the friction of dark galaxies,

Filling what was never meant to be empty.

Frantic in our desire to be,

To create,

We have inhaled each other’s souls and bodies,

Quenched the thirst of our needs,

Reflected on our desires

Nourished our animality

Set fire to Infinity

And radiated the equations of Eternity

All with this Lust,

With this Love that we were made from and made for.

We move against, into, with one another

As if for the first/last time,

Like all that has been hasn’t,

Like we are something new in this Universe

Until your body shudders against me,

Carrying me away in its blessing

And I speak my word into your void,

Our particles colliding up, down, top and bottom,

Screaming each other’s names

As we fall spent,

Strange and charmed,

Knowing we have held nothing back,

Left nothing out,

And have nothing left. 

Element: Fire

Fire

We glow, the epitome of star,

As we heat and illuminate all

The dark places

With the light emitted by our union,

With the warmth that rises from your pyre,

That blazes from my torch

As we burn.

The heat of my tongue on the small of your back

Puts the sun to shame.

Flowers follow our radiance instead,

Drawn to our fire as it singes Heaven,

Shaken by the flares thrown from our ardor.

We are flame,

A volcano erupting, again and again,

To spew magma that only heats us further.

We melt each other

And become ashes in the conflagration of desire

That rise again and again like the Phoenix.

I grow drunk from your firewater,

Return constantly to sip it,

As it pools, from the hollow of your neck

I am tempered anew in your kiln,                                                 

Kindled until I release energy

That you massage into your shining skin,

While I refill your forge with my barely melted steel,

My coals in your hands, glowing,

My fingers on the fuse that re-ignites

The blaze in you,

And bring you eruption after eruption

As we burn.

Potential

I miss the potential of us,

The energy that we created with every passing moment.

All that we could have been

All that we, maybe, should have been.

Maybe, in some world other than this, we are kinetic.

Perhaps there the great forces that are here barely contained

When we touch, when we kiss, are released

And explode for everyone to see, lighting the darkness,

Being Love, being motion.

But all that I have is this world,

Where I will keep the scent of your hair,

Even when the world has forgotten your name.

And where I miss the energy of us.

Even if potential was all we ever really had.