unforgiving rapture

i would learn the unnamed trails of your body

as only a blind cartographer could ever speak the brail of your curves.

in dark corners i would whisper you a kiss

and allow the heat of your breath to evaporate the world around us.

in the night i would reproach you kindly

weaving my hands tenderly around your throat

feeling your pulse embrace my grip

seeing your pupils reflect mine

i am lost in our gaze,

for surely an ocean exist between these two beings

and surely we navigate this ocean using our corneas

as make shift north stars

and each others bodies as our compasses,

until hand and foot can find no owner

in a moment of unforgiving rapture.

this is what i intend, for you.