Buckling at the knees
with faltering resolve
Grazing lips and shallow breath
your hand wanders where
soft cotton covers and finds
the finest pink silk, like youve never known.
…You should’ve seen it.
Hyper profusion, irrepressible
like a petal-less stem amongst a sea of snakes

mounting tensions
tremendously wild
oh ye refractory child, what’s one more night
of aches and pain?
But this time, it’s of a distance place
A Passionate annointing
of a lover’s leap of faith.
His tresses like tendrils, drops of black ink
sinking in the bath water; a warm embrace

BUT BEFORE DEATH comes dying
Wicked Wills and Subpar hands
have somehow found
their way
rambling through these distance lands
and it took all the night to know
I left their bones by the River.

I come weary! In search of an Inn!
Yet no flowers bloom to welcome me in
Disheartening, isn’t it.
Though you should know better.

But our fingers intoerlocking
Magic! Divine!
Shedding this vertigo skin
Legs intertwined in a fever dream
Now I get to call you mine