in the wine-taste of your lips,
the scotch on your tongue.
in the burn behind your eyes.
in the fire of your touch,
the way the muscles of your back and shoulders work
beneath your skin when you move.
in the screaming ache under your voice,
the soft white noise of questions unasked,
of pleas unanswered.
I believe in you,
and the precious need of your love,
and all the facets of it
as yet unknown.