Sunday, November 8, 2015

On Desire

I desire
       every inch
              of you.

Your breath on my lips,

        the taste of  
your sweet sweat on my tongue,

your voice
       whispering in my hair

your fingertips 
       tracing the lines of my face

your smile above me

the smell of our sex

you pulsing in my blood
 through every vein.  

You’ve made me religious,

for it is now that I understand:

is the flesh;

is the heart

that desires what might be given,

but what can-not be taken.

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