Your kiss never once strayed from these lips, I still taste that night. The moonlit glade we met in, spring air laced in thick dew,the only other taste more heavenly is the sweetness soon to be licked. Your breath becomes a muted gasp,mine groaned in a...
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Maybe I should hold back if mystery makes you want more, before you mistake this intensity for an animal far too dark. Maybe I should hold back if this push and pull makes you crave more, but you may assume my shyness is some missing link in...
Afterglows
"Reworking of an old one..."
Moonlight filtering in through curtains,to paint tangles of us spilled together,the sways of your body humming in the afterglow.I can barely move during the stuttering frames,frail limbs and muscles collapsed near you,unable to leave with the cold knowledge that desire can...
This isn't the last poem that I wrote for you.Perhaps those words should stay caged.a cipher sewn close to my core,there were lines about that,being faithful tethered antipodes,and how I can still be loved but you gave to let go.How you can...
Your eyes search me out,a lamp against the night,a soul always glittering,reaching out for mine.For a heart ravished and secluded withpassing forbidden knowledge between bodies,speaking through fiction in the myths that existbetween what stays on skin like permanent ink....Perhaps this...
I want to speak of passionand all of its untold edges, the barely tangible ones that touch like a summer mist,the ones that spring forth to take us in a furious storm.But to speak in such a waywhere all sings of intimacy and the...
Just the taste of your skin, like steam rising from a raging river,it's a heart helplessly on fire,the sound of a star roaring through a still night sky.Whatever passes through here,I can promise this,you have woven all seasons into me.Your delicate fingers once...
Whatever guided you and I first seemed to be simple chemistry, tiny atoms immediate and forever, seizing one upon one another. Our secrets helplessly spilled, not every one of them at first, we were too careful then at what we could relinquish even though we wished to just give...
The Venetian Map
""...for she had eyes and chose me." ~ William Shakespeare"
You'll sail through my blood, the first time I've ever been so entirely consumed, an exotic element to you as you pulled me away from monsters As if the telling of those tales spilled war's memory from me. There will be no solidarity to me, love, no origin...
Something breaks in me when I watch you sleep. I know I shouldn't think about, but I'm in that crucial moment. Go or stay. I should hold you even closer. Underneath the blanket, bodies curved together as spoons of bare...