If You Asked Me

If desire sought desire

if with each breath it yearned, and those unanswered wants collected like hopeless butterflies

if its nocturnal wanderings in that darkest forest, within its own shadowed heart were as silent as the feathered exodus of the birds once there

and its tears collected into a downward flowing stream looking into that water

what would its reflection be

A mouth so effortless it called out to be traced by fingers

singing over skin

reading its secrets and outward stories

its cry of loving breaking into the scented eve

And if you asked me of my night in that place

would I say I had seen you

that you smoothed across the length of me and opened my soul

And if I asked you of your night in that place

would you say you had seen me

that I smoothed across the length of you and opened your soul