Dirt and Lusting

The dirt
Thighs
The stomach
Of salivation

Jump to: Beauty
Rainforest canopies
Summer
Flings on ecstasy.

         You are maturing, my love
         We have ached together
         Stone came home
         And loved with us

        The ambiguous bottle of
        Red wine, my darling, as we
        Float into the hydrating
        Years of our veins alive.

The grime
And red dust
Mildew
Remains. Vivid.

Damp Jungle
Fever
Written on
The Face.

            You are browning tesoro
            With the colours of the mid-morning
            Tempers and our lust
            The comfortable celsius lingers on

            And wafts into our cradled wind
            The seasonal breeze of time
            Our signatures melded into the
            Light hands of soldiering gusts.

I am cleverer. Not clean.