Chaos In My Mind

A spark turning to wildfire

A finger, a hand, a scared touch,
your warmth, your scent, your voice, so much.
You lead me by the hand,
No words, no need, just the excitment of your plan.
Your scent, the air I didn’t know I was starving for,
Your voice, a low hum in the quiet of war.

Shadows stretch like watchful ghosts,
But none dare follow, as we meet alone.
You pin me there with nothing but presence,
Your breath a storm, so hot, so endless.

My knees betray me,
Not from fear, but from the flood of you.
And when your heat moves closer, so close,
My legs forget the ground,
My bones melt like candle wax,
Soft, surrendering to your flame.

You keep your gaze,
Like an arrow lodged in its mark.
No escape, no want for it either.
Your eyes are molten gold,
Pouring over me like I am something sacred.

Breath meets breath.
Yours, steady.
Mine, a trembling rhythm.
Your warmth on my face,
And I am a forest after lightning,
Splintered, split, and smoking,
But aching for the fire.

Every inch of me is a question
Only you can answer.
The air is sweet with silence,
But it flies between us.

I feel the wall against my back,
But you are the only gravity I know.
Your fingers press like whispers,
Firm but slow,
Tracing lines on my skin,
As though I am a map you’ve always known.

Closer. Closer.
I forget what breathing means.
No air but you.

There’s no place but here.
No time but this.
No weight but your hands.
No thought but closer.

We are an unspoken promise,
The stars quiet rebellion,
A spark turning to wildfire