What is this distance that longs to be lamented,
Represented by efforts resented
By two explorers unsure of the messages intercepted,
But straining to be open to receive the signal
Of the one who sent it;
And if you by some chance
Are opposed to the receiving of your waves,
As I swim through them and see a reflection of how the heart behaves,
Refusing to let my voice be cut by a series of close shaves,
Maybe you should have not acquainted yourself with such a
Climber;
One who cannot help but scale this mountain and breathe the thin air,
And have my lungs taste traces of the breath of the one who’ll meet me there,
And if you cannot stand the footsteps I take towards the summit,
You should have not incited the efforts of this
Fingersmith;
Whose hands are worked sore and red,
Coloured by the drive to find the minds locked behind metallic words we’ve said;
My veins line the walls of these gears I struggle to displace in our bed,
And if you are guarding the doors that I break open, one after another,
Then you should not have found such a
Seeker;
One so irrevocably tied to your wrists by this rope,
That consists of labyrinths that I follow you through with the hope,
That these mazes form melodies that will help us cope,
And if still you do not want your touch, hidden behind walls - thin,
Even further still underneath all those layers of skin,
To be felt,
Then all I can say, is that you should have heard it calling,
The sounds of my arms leading the way as I keep falling,
Nothing to turn me around as I dive; naked, open.
And if I did not want this I would not have dipped my feet in such a
River,
Who wraps her warmth around my legs as she courses,
Pulling me so deeply into her undertow horses,
Binding me into her bends where she washes away all those other forces,
That keep me afloat.
And if I did not want to be so whisked towards you,
I would not have tasted such a
Lamb,
Who makes lions quiver with the arrow pulled across her bow,
That drives a gash into my chest, flung by the things I let you know;
Who can see my now exposed pulse, only to lick it gently as we both lie low.
And if I had not meant to expose myself so vividly,           
To be stripped down to my thoughts by your love, which disarms me so quickly,
I would never have kissed such a lover,
Who sees the bedroom wars and all of its battlefields
As battles only against every one of our shields,
A struggle to ensure that all that weaponry yields
To the voice,
To the mind,
To the heart,
Where all the burning within our bodies start.
If I didn’t want your love, your touch, your reach,
Your efforts to hold the fire you find in my speech,
And if it weren’t your eyes that I wanted to see,
Those eyes that find me naked and still want to take me,
And if I didn’t want your bravery,
That finds us both standing in the space where our walls used to be,
And if your heart I could do without,
Your heart that bleeds its beat now in my chest within and throughout,
But I do,
No question,
No confusion,
No doubt.