Danae

Beneath skin,
movement;
something breathes
my life.
Faltering
this feels like
a sweet struggle
to keep you
sheltered
when my arms
long for you;
silence gives
no hugs or kisses.
Will you remember
my life in your veins
years from now
as you lay beside
your lover?
Will your child's face
bring to mind
my smile?
When you sing
in the dark
your own Halleluia's
will my memories
bring you to tears?
Bell jar hush
the beginning to all life
until the seal broken
sends waves of air
to wet lungs;
we are no longer
Atlantians.
Danae on the water
waiting must have
dreamed too
of hope
of home
of hands
that were kind
celebrations
with family.
No, I am not Danae
but I feel as if we are
alone you and I
left to some fate
yet undecided
set adrift
only your skin
beneath my skin
to remind me
miracles await
on a shore distant;
home.

Missing Parts

Your fingers, love, are missed.
The way they find purchase in copper
hair as you kiss me
or how they follow hollows
curves and mounds
delicious skin prickles
shivers
shudders
where they journey.
Your lips, love, are missed.
Their moist breath against neck
traveling slow
a sojourner of truth
unravelling my secrets
one by one
delicate
disastrous
until I am undone.
Your voice, love, is missed.
Its timber in the dark resonates
against my mind;
like a catechism
my soul echoes
I love you
need you
want you
in this dark night.