Sacred
Where can I find
that kind of love
that doesn’t flinch
where my idiosyncrasies
are in lockstep with your
mannerisms
my forehead seeks
witness from your lips
pressed in, indented
for sacred
to be domesticated
in the mundane
my chest to your back
under your arms
my hands interlocked
over your heart
where you instinctively
lean back
into my embrace
and squeeze me harder
self taught
polyglot of intimacy
your microexpressions
my Encyclopedia Britannica
come over here
and put your hand on my cheek
milliseconds before you
press your lips to mine
let me feel the warmth
of your breath
an eskimo kiss
for my lungs
to taste
and just like a needle on vinyl
i’ll pick up your rhythm
as the butterflies
inside my stomach
settle down
sustained by
the sugar water
of your life force
syncopated to mine