The roses arrived on fire, tips burnt out sunset mirrors.
I am read, opened like a diary
At the threshold
they turn me,
Him already there,
waiting.
Tag: intimacy
Light stretching shadow-lines
over your body.
The faintest glimmer,
eye whites, catchlights.
My mouth takes your shape
as my heart blooms open.
Nails burn my skin.
Prayer fills my throat,
no word, no thought,
only nature’s ask and want.
We blend, skin to skin,
creating shapes,
hues that reveal,
Crushed stars beneath him.
dangling,
weightless.
Set down
on the back shelf,
still warm.
Drowning,
in devotion.