30.7.13

encounter

lay me on champagne splashes,
to temptation i bow with seeds of
sins. eat to pleasure off -
is it your skin, unzipping its red gown
for poetry.
parched vocabulary, nothing to take from me, i already
left behind stories on your dresser.

delicate layer of icebergs
on the edge of my heart. i slither to
depths for your throne.