Am I to be consolation,Or is it that you are mine?To keep saying “I love you”Hoping that it won’t grow staleAnd instead…
By your immanence, I have become a cloudBy your heart, I am filled with the poison of strangest starsBy your immaculate beauty…
Touch meWith the velvet gloveOf your voice.DevourEach fleshy morsel:Hungry eyes.Pleading,Raised hips, raking nails,Reach…
Just to feel your skin
Even now I dreamof the sweet interceptionthat breathes the length and breadthof your thighs
It isn’t holy what we have hereTrapped between flesh of iniquityGood God! Your dark lips a tender spear
I just spent
The past hour
A poem on our fifth wedding anniversary
I don’t want youat the other end of this keyboard.I don’t want youwords on a screen,cold, digital, abstract.
Pale skin, fair faced, and dark heart.I’ve seen witches bathein moonlight and practice their dark art.