Incandescence
in the night beneath my eyelids i dream i am
in love, that i trace his knuckles with his arms around
me, his heartbeat shaking through my frame.
(because the emptiness grows, and maybe
if someone holds me tight enough the spaces
will be filled.) i do not know if i love
him (though i think of his voice, of kissing
his throat full of beautiful sounds like old stories)
or the warmth i'll find in his hands (i want
to squeeze the freezing air from my lungs).
in the early hours when i cannot see
i hear his voice swimming along my collarbone
with an electric shiver sending me deeper into this
midnight fantasy. reaching out for him in
darkness, reaching out for another
shock, a spark to light me up so i'll never
be cold again; i want to be on fire forever,
set by his lips.