in the darkness

in the darkness,
in the midnight,

there are
cerulean doors
that lead me to you,
who
heard me and
made me catch my breath.

I fall through and
find myself naked beneath your hands.

and it isn't something I should want...

but the desire
creeps into my thoughts
up along my spine,

and caresses.

and I imagine
lemon bitter kisses,
for some reason,
like tequila and tonic
that I swallow down
and beg for more.

and you will perhaps never know of my desire - frustrated -
to touch your mouth,
and see if there was a spark there
which I could draw out
and hold on my tongue.

to walk the craggy shores
of your mind
and captivate your day dreams

can you have felt that desire
too?
like ghostly fingers
along the buttons
of your shirt?

or known that I wanted to pour myself
along the seams
of your
fingers?

to see if we could destroy ourselves,
together,
in crimson and chaos,
under the light-polluted sky,
beneath the stars obscured by hubris?

to see if a single touch could
burn this city to the ground?