ardent tongues and dewy flies,
high teas in the country side,
half in love with easeful death,
there was no room for entaglements,
I was the blunt truth in a patch of myths,
I cease upon midnight with porcelain skin,
and ears in vain,
plates of anthems fade in my mind,
as I search the weary hillside,
passed the ponds and near the swamps,
I did not know but was indeed our spot,
where the fancy did not plead,
and the koi's seeked afternoons peak,
there my bliss is buried.

Battle to the death,
on my front porch,
two hunger crazed pigeons,
squawking and flapping,
in a bluish - grey blur,
perhaps,
they were starved,
or simply greedy,
its hard to decipher,
but the competition is on,
and that tainted piece of lifeless sustenance,
was definitely worth fighting for.

Thigh to thigh,
this park bench,
is crystallized in dewy rain drops,
3 a.m. eyes and you still look,
perfect,
tussled hair and jacket around waist,
yielding two new york styled hot dogs,
in the snowy daze,
smothered in ketchup,
you lick the residue from your fingers,
as you pass me one,
the steam rises and evaporates into the air,
my entire body relaxes,
as you place your arm,
around my shivering sides,
and squeeze me,
keeping the warmth between us,
I melt into your body,
leaving no trace of me,
except the scent of,
lavender and ocean breeze.

Oh sweet sin,
Your touch I yearn,
Embody me,
So I may be yours.