DESIRE / LOVE
Wanting the seed
so badly
as to find
you can saw
through your own flesh
Giving your heart
up to warmth
as quickly
as to fire
And still knowing
you may be
left only
with burnt seeds
for all the pain
SUMMER NIGHT
Your fingertip is a slow-moving Moon
that resonates luminous in the sky
of my body, and draws tides close to shore.
Your every breath salty and moist, bringing
the smoke of far-off bonfires around me.
I will wear your night like a cloak the rest
of my days, and dream of walking your sands.
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