Esurient Flowers

A passionate poem

Photo by Dustin Humes on Unsplash

Your fingers in my skin are so soft
But I feel them
Strongly
Inside my throbbing spirals
I feel them
In me
Strongly inside
They’re glib blows
As the sun suddenly snows
I feel in my flesh the fresh hope
Melted from your heart
Pulling apart
My pain
Oh, your gentle breathless stroke
Again
And again
And again
Your fingers remain
Little wings spreading the flame
Tears feeding with no shame
The esurient flowers of our love