Needing Tonight For The Sunrise
its as if the rest was only practice
how does desire turn into necessity
gods will be done but when
impatience makes her anticipation breathless
is something she has never known
will it ever be the same
how could she have known
to fall and be caught
to trust and be made sure
to believe and be renewed
its like needing tears for the smile
its like needing agony for the relief
its like needing challenge for the answer
its like needing distance for the desire
its like needing tonight for the sunrise.
a touch in the dark
as if his fingers had eyes, he finds
the destination as clearly marked
as though mapped and chartered
fluid motion down a path he has
how does he know to move so gracefully,
with skill and passion beneath his dance
how can she stand the suspense
her senses have been assaulted tenderly
she moves to his rhythm, smooth not syncopated
but music is made nonetheless.
his fingertips convey messages, secrets
that her body gladly tells, and is not shamed
in its betrayal, or in its delight.
he has only to ask, to shape the thoughts in his
mind to words, breath on her skin
heats quickly; she is dazed in her countenance,
but has never been more sure.
she is taught, learning was never like this,
before he impressed her with his competence,
her eyes close against the storm he brings,
it cant just be talent; no, he brings to mind
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