Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I had a hand under her hair and on her shoulder

I had a hand under her hair and on her shoulder
when I entered her like a house. Living bone
supported both our bodies, I am bewildered
by the love we're in, it seems that I have gone
beyond the bounds of me. Look at the long curve
of her back before me, the nape of her white neck,
the sweat on her round breast. I feel I am starved
for her wet love, I greet the small of her back
with the tips of my fingers. Within her rooms I turn
and find her treasures, I am captured by her form
and her form holds my body within her. I'm born
into a love of her body, an appetite for her love
in every moment. Tell the stretching dawn to send
her over me like the Sunlight covers the land.

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