The very air
As if
The essence of your spirit
Covers me
A fire
Dancing low upon the waters
Soul bared
In the poverty of need
Panting thoughts like prayers
Lost in twilight’s shadings
Dissolving
Raven haired
Into dreams of you
I can taste desire
Hunger
Slow burned
For the press of you
Against me
Somewhere
Between the pillar and the post
Love and lust
Conspire
In the howling want of your perfection
Spilled like poetry
Between the sheets








