I have kissed your lips
Tasted the salt and blood
Crucibled in the sweat and tears
Of our earthly love.
 
Can one ever forget
The body’s fall
Into that sea bed of desire
As your tongue elides with mine.
 
Lust finds its perfect conduit
Through my porous flesh
Breathing your breath
Tasting your swiftness.
 
This arousal stretches time
And bodies:
Hunger begets hunger
As we shed our animal skins.
 
There is no nectar like this
No feast of the senses
That unravels weariness
Perfection and decline.
 
We are doomed.
 
 
 Gar Jones - June 2012

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