Melt of the Moon

I want to watch
The moon melt
And catch
The drops
Of jasmine
As they roll
Across your skin


Immortal Divinity

My left hand
along the curve
of your hip
My right
reaching from
beneath you
cradling your chin
Arching you
to catch my breaths
upon the bare nape
of your neck
The taste of
your skin
clinging to my tongue
The fragrance of flesh
honeyed nectar
dizzying my head
The yearning of
the want to be
deeper inside you
in every way
than anyone has
ever been

is the closest
I will ever come
to feeling
and holding
in my hands