The Beckoning

A poem

Photo by Andrew Dunstan on Unsplash

I want to peel back your layers
to reveal
the tender shoot
of you.
Freshly emerged
and touched by the light
for the first time.

I want to taste your sweet,
innocence, sweat and tears.
No dashes of salt or ego,
only the purest form
of you.

I ask you to join me here
and hope you answer
my only sent out invite,
sealed with a tongue lick
as I conjure you in my mind.