Moon shadows and smoke.
Thinking, breathing, hoping, dreaming.
Patient but needing needlessly.
I am thinking of you.
Swell of blood and warm, wet, salty.
Mmmmm.
Imagine, feel, pressing closer.
Memories expanded and made to make making love.
Buzzed.
Shiver and convulse and still thinking of you.
Your jade vines that wrap
ReplyDeletethemselves around the metal
like a lost lover
easily complement
a hoary chain-linked fence.
This fence, that locks
me out of your evergreen
pastures and hills
that bend forward,
to my kiss.
And quite a kiss
it's not; more like
a brush of bushes
between each gap
in each newly
severed link.