I look at you and wonder, how can
one man's skin hold so much warmth?
When my mouth sweeps along the soft
thatch of your belly, sparks bloom in titanium
embers under my tongue, and blurr
in mounds and arches of butterscotch
You tempt me lower, where I can feel you
unyielding, and perceive
the bloom of radiation there
We sing the body electric
images of
apricots and quicksilver
Veiled embers burn bright, fuelled
by deft hands and hushed breath,
a ruptured heart that flutters
in this place, in the face of those who
jeer and say
a man should not be touched like this,
or this
but I can only nod and consider
why
the moon won't use the window,
only the door...
crisstiena
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