tips run on skin,

his song -
for my troubled child,
a soft sedation to hands in tremble -
and the sheets we dream on /in flagrante/
to the widest eyes.
softest of his burns
awake me.
i am an ache to his mutable charm. 

the words 
of his offering heave up
my throat in delight. chain me to 
logic, i'm yours to work to 
clocks' strike, until midnight and 
afternoon is bright, 

that body was built to 
weigh down on mine, each syllable offered 
i play on my tongue down his
chest 
and up the spine. 

lay me down to 
the dark in your infatuation, your hands to 
the marks on my skin speak 
vigorous.
your laughter echoes on the walls, 
sweat to wine
and i taste 
fever. the bitter of grapes and 
sugar canes from those lips
to fill me.

full, i take the gardens you grow 
for me, to ease my flaws
and
all.

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.

off to church again

in the sky with diamonds,
cherry lover, come around
the corner of my curves, words for a nectar
taste.
run your luscious

i'm on my knees, again.
god:
can you read this?
spent my last dollar on the man
dressed for a living room display.
obsession is the gunpowder -
stains of my womanliness in his head,
thorns to this desire, through my fingers


try to tell me this isn't what fire
tastes like.