un-speaking passion in a world of sheets

Whisper again, over and over, that you love me. 
Though I can't hear, as you repeat, the rhythm
becomes my heartbeat. 

I know you, here, in the darkness where fingers
touch, touch, run, fly, and sip soft flesh. I whisper,
again, over and over, that i love you.

Speak once, and hold the best of your kiss
for later, when the urgency is raging purple
and ready to explode - hot and honest, because
no lies can live here.

I know you, here, in the darkness where flesh
burns, burns, shivers, cries and aches against fingers. I scream,
once, into you. God, I love you.

Now, it is the truth,
silence alone
speaks our names.