An Erotic Poem
Tell me, what do you hunger for?
What do you crave?
hands cradling my thighs and you,
at the bed of my warmth,
my skin on fire
But all I want is this moment
in which I run my fingers through your hair
brush your cheekbones with magnetic tenderness
and pull you back up towards me.
This heat, this fever, this enduring fire
is where our smiles meet and our laughter kindles candlelight.
Of course I imagine you,
as your strong and steady hands have me
as your weight and movement become mine
but the fires aching to be stoked the most
live in holding you
in kissing you
in giving your wholeness the loving safety
for your wounds to suffuse with light.