some would tempt the furies
to ly enamored and softened with you
on silken, skin starved sheets
the slightest wind hushed and
mellowed
when two bodies meet
entwined and paired in a trembling
heap
fingers and lips indecisive of the next
made whole, and aware of each curve,
and valley, and crease, and fold-moistening, deliberate, corrupted
crashing together like tides on rock
her swollen, throbbing fruit
plucked ripe and careful by my lips
engorged and wrapped tightly
round the tasting string
that strums and plucks this melody
through gasps and pants and
murmurs
moaning silently, wetting lips
collapsing like seasons end-i would be the winter that cools and
hardens the earth,
you the sun that warms and opens it