slap the beat across his back, <br />nails strum the strings hard- <br />tongue contorts, the violation of song- <br />storm that rises in and out of his chest: <br />morning sleeps here <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I breathe <br />and beat <br />between the soft <br />hues of skin- <br />pulsate and throb <br />like the thumb of your heart- <br />where rainbows begin themselves <br />in the vapors of your sweat, <br />then die a full life <br />spent in shadow <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I live <br />in-between notes and chords, <br />the song within your lungs, <br />I long <br />to follow the inhalation deep <br />within the folds of your being- <br />to be <br />and become <br />the butterfly that is sprung <br />from the depths of destruction- <br /> <br />you are the evening song, <br />yet you recreate the world <br />within the vibration of my womb- <br />gravitationless and starless, <br />you spit light-years into existence <br />that sprout millenniums and <br />spark human eclipse- <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />a tear against God's iris, <br />you are tragically delicious <br />in a thousand shades of night <br />that is the whitest tone of darkness- <br />love me still, <br />love me still, <br />love me into stillness- <br /> <br /> <br />for I am the darkness and you, <br /> <br /> <br />you are the universe<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover/
