I don’t yet know what once
opened and marked you forever,
like kissing the glyphs of a lost language
so quietly trying to tell my lips something.
The beautiful lines of a map,
gliding across and inside your skin.
Beyond that permanent border,
my tongue trespasses lower,
closer to stardust and rainbows
while lapping at searing nectar,
sweetness flowing from the nexus
parted to be treasured and devoured.
The blissful taste of desire and scars
forever entwined with me.
