Call Me By Your Name



How do I write about something so felt?
The sun on skin, sweaty decadence of it all, 
The breath on a neck when you turn
your head in the quiet before a kiss
So many days of quiet filled in with fear
and desire pushing its way our of your body?

There's no word for it except, they
each other and we
Devour the after image
grasping at their tangible desire.

Does it matter in the end that he (and we)
Remember everything,
when all that's left
is the abscense of what once burned?