Your smile knifed like butter, you whispered soft slurs in my ear, and our bodies entwined in the darkness. We sang the old song, sometimes off-key, and sometimes attended by others, to help whet desire and move things along in accord with the dictates of voices implanted a long time ago.
I'd read you stories of faraway women and men deep in shadows where danger's a shrouded embrace.
And, almost always, echoes lapped gently as you closed your eyes and pressed against me to sleep.
Wide awake still, I'd raft through the wilds, your storms bathing mine in a light in a forest, rainswept, at the end of the world.
It was a place I'd never called home until I met you.