Exquisite colours
Prick my eyes. 
Flesh warms flesh.
I fold into your arms
Expiring with intent
On the hunger 
That invades our bodies.
 
Would I linger, forever here
Luxuriating in those kisses
That sear in expiration
 
Tender
Ardent
Deep-rooted?
 
This hunger knows no boundaries:
Humidity and enervation 
Delirious in their playfulness.
 
And yet, we stand above
Like the gods
And watch in admiration
As our senses 
Are seized in renewal:
This middle earth
Emits its own sweet sadness:
 
“Mine own and not mine own”
 
 
 
 

March 2023