Bare
In the way your body moves with mine,
Of my body with yours,
Of my love for you.
At my highest, I am yours:
Whole, dripping, fevered,
In bed,
Bare.
At my lowest, I grow distant:
Shattered, hollow, dry.
I run from the present,
Haunted by what we were.
In this endless cycle, I fall and rise a thousand times,
I hold you close and push you away without meaning to.
I turn longing into presence,
Multiply my desire to have you.