Analysis of Lustre (collab with friend Dan Dewbre)

I remember the sound of it,
if I listen to the rain it paints me sheer,
an opalescence when I shone just for you

was there a time you noticed
tangled hair on your pillow
or how the light caught curtains
breeze stepping in to say hush

we were bathed in it,
exploring the intricate lines
and balance of it all

there was a finger of spine,
a vestige of thigh
and your lips
you left me colorless
faded from bloom

in satin seas
I danced figure eights,
flowing across alabaster
I was the zephyr
that whispered the secrets
of your purity

consciousness was lost
somewhere in sensual euphoria
like doves in silvered snow
we were stranded in each other
with only heat to melt us home

ivory dripped as pearls
rippled across the candescence
of impassioned crystals
and I harvested the promise of a sequel

each odd stanza is mine
each even is Dan's