You leave me shaking
like a leaf in the Windward Isles -
gaping like a cave mouth
forever thirsting for the drop
that runneth over the lip of your cup
Tenderly, like the exhalations
of deer on frosty windows
you touch me here
and here
and here
in a moon-bath of fire and awe
and I want to touch back -
the lunar lick screaming
between your shoulder blades,
high inside your thighs -
but every breath
is an ache
a snake-bitten finger,
painted in Biblical colours -
a gliding musical discord
And the only way
we recover is one inside the other
bound like hand-made journals
with the miasma
of fifteen hours sleeping,
crying with the crickets
I hear you
through my pores
and the hunger-moon follows us
kissing our skin in the early morning
where we become lavender
and sharp teeth
with the pulse of Jacob
swelling softly on our lips -
swallowing each other
like burnt almonds
sweet
and bitter
and lush
Afterburn
İcrisstiena
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