Carnality
Living is easy with eyes closed
Lips on throat tongue wet skin cool
With the illusion of lights streaming forth
The distance so far none have come back
Soon I am at a fence she and I built
Defining things
I am filled with stained glass scratch paper
Writing nothing
Slipping on each other's passion
I want to pierce her ears with words and hang
Diamond poetry from her lobes
I watch her fingers shake
With silver moonlight lakes would overflow
Liquid blaze pumping carefully crafted
We pencil ourselves in red
One body closing over another
My dreams have never lied
Vast and boundless- we imitate
Her screams giving birth to fireflies
Morning after embracing night
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