Crane Dances

Your fingers dance like cranes
across my skin
with breathtaking elegant displays
of need, desire, wanting, tenderness,
caught between strength
and vulnerability,
I am mesmerized.

Within darkness my fingers
seek out yours,
guided by instinct,
our palms touch in reverence,
together we will explore
a world of touch.

Your lips tremble like bird's wings,
offering silent prayers
with frantic, pleading kisses,
it overwhelms my senses,
at moments I want to weep
for such immense joy is terrifying,
like a fault lines inside about to
split down the middle.

With unapologizing desperation
I would wrap my arms around you
and cling with an unbreakable grip,
bury myself within your warmth,
breathe you into me.