Hold You Only

You move me,
at once closer yet
spiraling, lighting
abandoned sconces
with your baubles
of sharp fire. Lips
twinge and desist,
unwrapping resolve.

I swear, your stare
dishevels my mettle,
displaces disposition,
makes a mockery out of 

distance, discontinues
any notion of wading 

through life dissatisfied.
Gratitude doesn't cut
deep enough.
You move me to blush,
blather and gush toward
a rush of untenable

heights, all with 

the softest push 

to the small of my back,

and if there is ever
a way to repay, send me
the price in writing,

for when we are close
there is nothing we need
to say.