I Crave

life drawing © the author

I crave the certainty
of your flesh in this shifting world,
axis tilted, ambivalent scheme
unravelling,
futures lost in the sands,
our shadows rising,
plummeting.

I crave to hold fast to you
in this gradual, illicit
drowning —
senses in thrall, limbs entwined,
tongues prey and mouths captured,
fingers grasping.

I crave the dark reflex of
desire reflected in your gaze,
the furnace of your embrace,
the surge of flesh
stirring blood and sweat
into velvet offerings —
the rock of our bodies
forming a forbidden landscape,
weathered by sighs and moans.

I crave you.

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read by Lise Colas