Idolator
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read
The sight of you causes some bloom
Within my blood, the opening of
A great flower underwater.
I envy the cocksmith who hath shaped
The fullness of your sex, the
Curve and recurve of the head,
The seamlessness where you’ve
Been cut away, and the naked sense
That lies exposed beneath.
The very sight of you is enough
To shake me from my mind,
And shake me from my senses.
For you I bear in my blood and veins
A great secret, an unfolding:
The bed of my desire.
The chambers of my heart
Where you visit me are lit only by
A muted TV set, and maybe moon
If there are any windows at all.
