Almost Enough

You are of glass transparent
flaws hidden in prisms of intentions
and I did not know I was made of quicksilver
mercurial and thin of substance.

Until I entered you,

moved behind your pale parted hips to join.
Inside you my silver connecting makes us whole,
we become of substance able to see ourselves
in mirrors of adoring flesh
that speaks in whispered groans
of perfumed perspiration between skin.

I listen to the liquid sighs
hasten my strokes
to make both your mouths sing.
The musical applause adores us
as long as we are mirror.

But in the simple places,
the non-lubricated distance
we become invisible to one another.
So every other night
we fuck in the light
to be adored,
to become mirror.

You are of glass transparent
and I mercurial
and it is almost enough.