The ache is a susurration
pounding my chest with oxygen-fire
Let us put down these arrogant masks
And bid midnight to come, wine-
spilled with our tempest secrets,
Our eyes starved with possibilities
Not even our families at war, can define
Our words find each other
like threads to needle's eye, spooning like velvet storm
Each touch is mercury's fever
Marking time like panther chasing a wild harmony
Let's begin our own dancing, slow
sipping the perfume of night-blooms
Gripping us with passion's forbidden fruit
Thick with cups of spice
The full moon moans
at the back of my throat-
I say your name
over
& over
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Synesthesia hosted by Victoria C. Slotto - Thanks for the visit ~
